Ever since the Natives and the Europeans had been coexisting on the same piece of land horror stories had been passed on about encounters with the natives, with new additions coming all the time. Stories of their savagery; scalping, skinning, hitting people on the back of the head with their primitive tools. As the years passed on the stories became more and more gruesome and terrifying.

As they were fished out of the river the children were led single file over to their camp. Entering their camp was like entering another world entirely. They had no houses, just tents covered with animal hides. They all were sitting around campfires with different activities. Some were singing, others sewing beads on their clothes, the children were playing, yet they all seemed to be synchronized in their harmonious business. Men and women had long hair that they allowed to flow down their backs. Callie scoffed and nudged Will.

"Wow! These guys have it made. They get to be dirty, wear their hair down-"

"You wear your hair down." Will commented.

"Not for much longer. Soon my mother will make me wear my hair high on my head, just like Rose, Eve, and Annie." Callie said disgustedly. Callie looked on and scoffed in jealousy again.

"Come on! The kids get piggy-back rides? If I had a shilling for every time I tried to jump on Mother's or my sister's backs and got thrown off I'd be richer than the king of England! Ah, Look! They even get comfy sacks to sleep in during their ride!"

Will laughed lightly, despite the serious situation that they were in. Callie looked on.

"Oh! What the-! No fair, they get to gowherever they want? Why don't they just hang a sign that says 'We got it better than you'?" Callie paused. "Do you think my parents would care if I started going on the lawn instead-"

"Yes Callie! I really think they'd care!" Will answered quickly, shriveling his nose at her.

"I was only kidding Will!" Callie laughed.

They abruptly came to a stop and they were lined up side by side in front of a man with at least a dozen feathers standing straight up on his head.

"And they get fantastic hats?" Callie barked.

"Get over it Callie." Will muttered.

The man with all the feathers seemed like he was looking down at them through his nose. He pointed accusingly at them and began speaking quickly and angrily. Although it wasn't at them, or if it was the remarks just bounced off them like tiny stones. As the man spoke the children exchanged glances at one another with raised brows. 'Are we supposed to understand what he's saying?' They asked each other without words. The man pointed sharply at them and turned to talk to the other natives who had come to inspect the children. The man's tone rose a bit as he spoke, causing the confused glances amongst the children to turn into nervous ones. The large man's loud voice was abruptly stopped and replaced by George's much smaller one. The man looked down to see the tiny boy pulling sharply at his pant leg as he spoke. His stern angry look did not change however with George's words. As George was speaking he pointed repeatedly at Callie, although he alternated a bit amongst the four of them. With George's pointing continuously going towards Callie, she became more nervous about their situation.

"I told you to be nicer to him." Lucy muttered. Callie slowly slunk to the left and tried to hide herself behind Ray.

George stopped talking and the other man looked at Callie, technically he looked at Ray but he saw Callie attempting to hide behind him. The man took a step forward and motioned for her to come over.

"I think he means you." Callie stated to Ray.

"Callie!" Ray said as he moved away so he was no longer shielding her. Callie now completely out in the open, sighed a bit and walked up to the man. He stared down at her with completely aimless eyes, causing Callie to lose interest fast.

"So are you going to break my neck now or later cause the suspense is not good for my blood pressure" Callie stated. The man shot an arm out and it landed roughly on Callie's shoulder.

"But hey, I'm young. Who cares about blood pressure?" Callie said with a nervous laugh. Again the man stayed expressionless for a while until a slow smile crawled across his lips.

Suddenly he let out a boom of laughter, startling all of them quite a bit. He put his other arm on Callie's other shoulder and shook her a bit. Callie looked a bit like a rag doll, as her body furiously jarred under his strong hands.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Callie said defensively as she pulled herself away from his hands. She wiped away all the hair that had fallen into her face and looked up a bit angrily at him.

"I'm not a baby and you're not a British nanny so let's calm it down a little bit!"

The man laughed harder, he pointed to Callie and turned to the others.

"Ryuntas!" He bellowed to the people. He turned to Callie "Ryuntas." He stated more calmly to her. Callie stared at him in uttermost confusion.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Name." George stated. "Name." He pointed to her. "Ryuntas…fire head."

A burst of laughter came from behind. Callie turned to see Ray, Will, and Lucy in hysterics. She turned back to George.

"Fire head? That's the best you can come up with?"

"It's because you're hair's red." Ray said between laughs.

"You think?" Callie snarled sarcastically.

"And she's angry!" Lucy squealed. Callie looked at George again.

"That's not very nice, giving me a name like that. How would you like it if we started giving you names by the way you look-" Callie stopped herself for a second.

"Never mind." She said quickly. She looked back at her friends, Will was doubled over, holding his sides desperately, Lucy was halfway there and holding onto Will's shoulder for support, and Ray was on the ground already. Callie smiled deviously and turned back to the man with the feathers.

"You know, I didn't bring this little guy home all by myself. I think it's only fair to name those fine helpers behind me as well." Callie said with a fake humble tone. The laughter behind stopped immediately. She glanced over her shoulder quickly and saw them all looking at her in terror.

"Perhaps I can help you with the naming." Callie said helpfully as she strolled up beside him and turning around on her heels.

"That one, " Callie started with Lucy "is obsessed with disgustingly dreamy romances to the point of insanity." She initially was going to go with Lucy's chubby body but decided not to go that way.

"That one," Next Callie pointed to Ray, "Has problems separating himself from his Grandmother. And that one…" Lastly Callie pointed to Will.

"I have strong suspicions that he had a stick put up his butt as a baby and hasn't removed it since."

As Callie spoke George interpreted roughly what she was saying to the man, who was in fact his father and the chief, and he let out a few barks of laughter after each name. He put a finger to his lips as he though of names for the three, and he pointed to each one as he said it.

"Syanda" He said to Lucy.

"Loruck" He said to Ray.

"Paitum" He said to Will.

"Head lost in crazy clouds. Future women problems. Feels pain when sitting down." George translated for his father. Callie joined George's father in bursts of laughter. It took her a few moments before she could manage to utter more than a few syllables. Callie sighed happily as her laughs finally stopped.

"Fire head's not sounding too bad right now is it?" She asked triumphantly.

AN: British nanny comment was inspired by a family guy episode, "shake me! shake me like a british nanny!" it just came to me while i was writing. Also for the record the native names in this are completely made up. Just in case anyone was questioning that.