LOTF # 3 SIMON

I am supposed to be "the helper" but I cant be everywhere at once. Today I was helping build shelters on our Island. Ralph kept getting mad because I kept running to help the littleuns. I reached through the flowing tendrils of the trees and gave fruit to the small children who couldn't reach it themselves. "Do this! Do that!" That is all I ever hear. I try to keep my cool, stay quiet, but sometimes it really gets to me.
That day, when the little boy died, my heart turned inside out. My guts felt like they were slowly ripping open my stomach. The contrite look on Ralph's face only made the situation worse. If they would have just listened. Those imbeciles burnt the whole Island, and the little boy. My inscrutable ways have to change, I need to speak up. The sound of the littleuns feet sounds like castanet, pounding into the ground, they brings joy to my heart. Sometimes the compulsion to just scream at the others over powers me. But I have to stay calm.