Baby Taylor Protect The Planet
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Taylor and Jessica arrived at the park, backpacks stuffed with snacks and excitement for their camping trip—only to freeze at the sight of their favorite clearing buried under candy wrappers, crushed soda cans, and torn plastic bags. “This is *disgusting*,” Taylor groaned, kicking a mud-crusted chip bag. “Let’s just go home.” But Jessica grabbed her arm. “Wait! Didn’t your mom say something about… y’know, *doing* something if we saw trash?” Taylor grimaced, recalling her mom’s firm words: *“If you don’t fix what bothers you, you’re part of the problem.”* With a dramatic sigh, she yanked a spare garbage bag from her pack. “Fine. But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it *right*.” The girls got to work, gloves on, competing to see who could fill bags faster—Taylor tackling the soda rings tangled in bushes, Jessica fishing soggy napkins from the creek. Slowly, the clearing breathed again: grass emerged, wildflowers peeked through, and even a shy frog hopped back to its rock. By noon, their pile of bulging trash bags stood like a weird trophy. “Now *this* is a campsite!” Jessica grinned, flopping onto the clean patch. Taylor, though, wasn’t done. “Hold on—we’ve gotta *decorate*.” They strung fairy lights between trees, rolled out Taylor’s fluffiest blanket, and stacked smooth stones into a tiny firepit (with parental approval, of course). As the sun dipped, roasting marshmallows over their little blaze, Taylor smirked. “Okay, maybe Mom was right. This beats moping at home.” Jessica nudged her. “Plus, we’re basically eco-heroes now.” Laughter echoed as fireflies flickered around them—proof that a little grit and glitter could turn a dump into magic.
