Kara
I sighed and stole a strawberry pocky stick from one of my little brothers, Kovu. "Hey!" he said.
"Come on, Kovu," I said. "You can spare one of your pocky sticks. It's not like I'm taking the entire box!"
"Fine," Kovu answered. The two of us sat up in the tree not too far from our home. I twitched my brown mongoose ears as I ate my pocky stick. My other younger brother, my older twin sister, and my oldest brother where probally outside playing.
"Kara," Kovu said. "Do you believe that story?"
"Which story?" I asked.
"You know, the one about the Island shrowded in mystery?"
"Why do you ask?" I replied.
"Well, I was wondering if you want to help me find it once it's your Birthday in the next week," Kovu said embarressedly. "I mean, wouldn't it be nice to live among your own kind? We get stones thrown at us by the city kids and most of the animals just attack us when we're not in animal form."
I sighed again. "Kovu, you know the story is just a legend. There is not mysterious Island named Harmony. It's just a children's story!"
Kovu dropped his head. "Never mind."
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Yep, Kovu is the second youngest of the five while Kara is the third oldest. I guess I should say that Kovu's eight and Kara is like 14. Anyway.
