no one's P.O.V    

       Calla came running out of the tent-smilling like an idiot.

"ha!,you can't catch me!~~"she sang  happily

carlos came stumbling out carying 8 graysmiths dresses 

"come calla-your 6 years old,you have to were clanwere"he begged

"no, im not gunna~" she played around the trunk of the big oak tree

"Canas,come get calla!" he called

a boy with dark brown hair came out from the tent farther away

"yes,sir!" he replied

he ran off faster than calla, and she ran up the tree "haha! canas! come play!"calla called

 "come on~, don't run away.it's just a dress" canos cried