(Storyteller is telling the story to the campfire crowd, while the other actors, with the exception of the Lost Scoutmaster, have the option to hide in the woods, sit in the crowd, or stand beside the story teller. I suggest the first, for effect. The Lost Scoutmaster, however, must hide in the woods.)

Storyteller: You know, I love camping. It's not like being in the city at all. You hear sounds that you can only hear out in the country.
For instance, lots of birds. (Bird chirps a lot, sings a bird song.) Ah, isn't that lovely?
And the frogs. They have one of those great sounds. (Frog calls out ribbit sounds.)
And though there's breeze in the city, it's just not the same as the breeze in the country. (Light breeze being called out.)
Let's face it; there are trees in the city, but how many? The breeze through a forest is so nice (Light breeze, slight swishing of the trees.)
But the sound I love to hear the most when I go camping is the sound of the Lost Scoutmaster.

(Heavy thumping of the feet; calls out, "Where in the world am I?")