Ralph's Entry #7

The smaller boys of the group were now called the "Littluns". They ranged from the ages of six and they lived a quite distinct life of their own. They ate mot of the day, picking fruit where their hands could reach. By this time they littluns were used to the annual stomach aches and chronic diarrhea. They played in the white sands of the beach and warm in the bright, clear blue waters. I expected them to cry for the mothers by now but I guess that wasn't the case. They built sand castles that was at least one foot high. It decorated with shells, flowers, and interesting stones. The littluns built walls around their sand castle with marks and tracks that were significant. Maurice and Roger, relieved from fire duty, came out the forest for a swim. Roger went through the little sand castles, kicking them over, burying the flowers , and scattering the interesting stones. The only littlun, Percival, cried with an eyeful of sands. I could tell that Maurice felt wrong after this as he ran into the water, but Roger, Roger stayed their watching the littluns with a twisted and gloomy face.