Peter, Tink and Kara arrived at the lost boy's camp slowly gliding down through the canopy of trees. Peter landed his two feet on the ground while Tinkerbell perched on his shoulder. Kara stopped and hovered with her lifeless feet dangling a few inches off the ground.
Kara saw the boys were very smelly and dirty. They appeared to be quite sick too. Tootles had a runny nose and had frequent sneezing. Another boy named Jack had a sore throat and could hardly talk. The rest had similar conditions.
"Eew! What's the matter with them all? They're all sick and they smell horrible!" Kara said.
Peter answered, "Not sure. It's been happening quite a bit lately."
"Well, they need to clean themselves and wash their clothes too! Their bodies are so dirty and smelly! And if they're sick, they should be resting, not running around playing or they'll never get better!"
"Aww! Y'sound like a grownup!" said one of the boys.
"Grownups are no fun! They always tell you to do things you don't wanna do!" said another.
"Yeah, and they also tell you not to do the things you want to do," yelled Jack.
"And they make you eat stuff you don't like!" cried Thud, a highly overweight black boy. "And you gotta wash your hands before you eat! Here, I never gotta wash my hands!" The brown skin on his face turned a dark green as he felt a wave of nausea sweep over him. He covered his mouth, ran behind a tree and vomited. Kara cringed.
"Yeah! All they ever want to do is make us miserable!"
Kara nodded to herself in agreement. Then she also remembered almost drowning at the pond, which wouldn't have happened had she heeded her mother's warnings. "Well," she said, "I know we should listen to some of the things they say. But, I guess most of the stuff really isn't that important."