... BACK and probably forgotten

Sara came into her cabin. She'd been working on her new garden, and, of all things, she'd cut herself on a thorn. She was coming in to find a band-aid when she looked up and saw a girl sitting around.
"Hey!" Sara walked over. "Just got in?"
She looked down at her cut again, which was starting to bleed again, and sighed. She quickly went over to her bunk and dug out a band-aid. She slapped it on and went back to thee girl.

"I do if you like gardening." Sara laughed. "But i don't need to ask any kids in this cabin that, do i?"
"Watch out for thorns though." Sara pointed at her leg. Then she headed towards an open window and vaulted her small body over the windowsill.
"My garden. I left this patch un-planted so i could do that." Sara smiled. "Good thing I got an extra trowel out today!"

"Thanks!" Sara smiled.
"Farming. Definitly farming. Though it's the orchards I like. But I am pretty fond of plowing and that sort of thing. I grew up with it..." Sara's already faint voice trailed off.
"Oh! Nice to meetcha. I'm Sara Durham, 16.

"Anything with plants is fun, silly!" Sara shook Meira's hand. "And if you don't want to do anythin' else, I would love the help." Sara smiled, and picked up the extra trowel to give to Meira. "I'm still planting a bit, just some carrots and tomatoes and beans. Then marigold around the edges to discourage pesky rabbits." She explained. "There's some gloves in the shed, of course."

"The tomatoes are in little sacks over there." Sara pointed with her trowel towards the end of the garden. "And yeah, mice can be a problem here too, but I haven't found any mouse-repellent yet....
"The tomatoes are kinda hidden by the bushes up there. But they're there don't worry. The carrot seeds are over here. See the poles in the ground? Don't touch those. Those are for the beans, which are by the tomatoes if you look. The fence-y thing on the wall is for the tomatoes." Sara pNted at the end of her speech. Well, a speech for her at least!

"Thanks SO much!" Sara smiled warmly as she got the carrot seeds and began to work on planting them at regular intervals. Her half-sister was visibly nervous, so she tried her best to be nice and calm. But, being Sara, it was hard.
"Would you like to hear a funny limerick?" She asked. "Well, I have several funny limericks. I didn't make any up though."

"I got it from an Apollo camper. Here goes:
There was once a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
He had a daughter named Nan,
Who ran off with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket!" Sara recited, still planting carrot seeds."Like it?"

"Sure!" Sara laughed a little, too.
A strange old bird is the pelican.
His beak holds more than his belican.
He holds in his beak,
Enough food for a week,
And I'm darned if I know how the helican!" She smiled. "I took out one of the cursewords, so then it wouldn't be too bad. And besides, in camp it should be Tartaruslican." She gave a small laugh, continuing to methodically plant carrots.

"Well, that's about all I've got, unless you wanna plant some marigolds around the edge to scare off rabbits. I've just finished the carrots and I'm gonna start the beans." Sara explained, tossing the empty seed container into a nearby trashcan.
She picked the bean sprouts up in their bags and carried them, two by two, over to the garden. Then she kneeled and begun to plant.

"Maybe." Sara replied, pausing for a moment in her planting. "My lantern would be plain. I'm not much of an artist. Unless you count plants, but a husk of corn wouldn't be too beautiful on a lantern...." Sara shrugged.
"Are you?" She asked, sitting back on her heels and looking at Meira.

"Yeah, it would be!" Sara laughed too, reconsidering her descision of not going to the Festival of Lights. She grinned, and finished planting the bean sprouts.
"That's about all the free labor I can get out of you!" She laughed again, feeling carefree and casual for the first time in a long time. Most people saw her size and thought, 'Cute!' or 'Jeez, so... tiny...', and sometimes even 'Ummm.' The 'Umm' people were the worst because they spoke to her like she was a child and acted like she would be offended by the tiniest little thing. Yet she was still friendly and nice. Sara couldn't understand herself sometimes.
"I'll be at the Festival of Lights if you need me." Sara smiled, brushed the dirt off her jeans and half- jogged towards the Treetop Village.