My First Dress-up. Sticker Activity Book

All of us had gotten more bored and bad tempered as the days wore on. After the first burst of building activity, where we helped the boys with the huts, there wasn't much of anything to do. The boys were busy exploring, and dragging back coconuts they'd hacked from trees, and fishing with makeshift poles and spears. We weren't allowed away from the little campsite. Captain Brown had disdainfully reminded us we were from New York, and knew nothing whatever about the jungle. We'd all get lost and die, or worse yet cause trouble for him and his "men", and take them away from their important, manly work. The boys were all a bunch of little stormtroopers, who seemed to share the Captain's opinion on our brains and usefulness. They walked around like a bunch of Tarzans, with their shirts off, and their uniform pants cut short. They kept looking snidely at our disreputable dress. Most of us had been wearing dress clothes, the last kind of thing you'd want for this kind of constant wear and tear. My dress had been a rag after the first day alone, now it was practically falling apart ...»