Baby Taylor Protect The Planet
Control
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Description
Taylor’s boots crunched over scattered soda cans as she trudged into Pineview Park, Jessica trailing behind with their tent. The campsite they’d reserved—a spot they’d daydreamed about for weeks—was buried under chip bags, crumpled napkins, and a cracked cooler oozing melted ice. “This is a disaster,” Taylor groaned, dropping her backpack. “Let’s just go home.” Jessica nudged a deflated beach ball with her toe. “Your mom’s gonna ask why we bailed. Remember her whole ‘leave it better than you found it’ speech?” Taylor sighed, picturing her mom’s raised eyebrow. Reluctantly, she snatched a half-buried trash bag from her pack. “Fine. But if we find anything gross, *you’re* handling it.” An hour later, sweat-damp and triumphant, they’d transformed the mess. Filled garbage bags leaned against a tree like lumpy trophies. Jessica unearthed a dented lantern under a bush—still working!—while Taylor strung fairy lights between pine branches. They rearranged flat stones into a firepit, draped a rainbow tapestry over a log as a “couch,” and perched the rescued lantern beside marshmallow skewers. As sunset painted the sky peach, Taylor snapped a photo: two grins, a twinkling campsite, and the text to her mom—*Guess we’re staying after all*. The campfire crackled, marshmallows charred perfectly, and the woods hummed with crickets. Not the day they’d planned—better.
