There are two of them: really big, fat, orange tents that house a lot of teenagers (a girls and a guys tent, though those restrictions are...loose :)). And while they are not gray and don't have legs, they somehow acquired the nickname of this animal:
Last year the girls tent's zipper broke. We dragged all the stuff into the middle during a really bad rainstorm on some mats and then all snuggled up in the guys tent, where it was dry (and warm).
But now we need a replacement.
Here is an old tent that my dad's friend gave to him. We set it up. It's retro.
(human size references: Pasha who was visiting from Brooklyn for the weekend and my brother Shimon, who is cute)
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