Peter Pan

I'm Peter Pan. I'm very strict with lost things. I didn't tolerate disorder in the dagger. We had several huts in our camp: a dining hall, an armory, a hut with sinks and showers, a medical block, and four huts for sleeping. They had bunk beds. The little ones, ages 3 to 8, had their toys. The older ones, ages 8 to 12, had things, and the 12 to 15 had things, and the older ones also had things. The beds were covered with animal skins; the pillows were just the remains of sheets, and they were also covered with animal skins. The little ones, aged 5 to 8, were punished with spankings for disobedience, the middle ones were put in the corner, and the older ones were forced to wash pots or clean fish. I also had deputies: Rufio, Jay, and Felix. Felix usually watched over the whole camp, Rufio was busy with the little ones who were 3-4 years old, we didn't punish them, and Jay watched over the middle and older ones. Then one day, Karl and Lev, about 7 years old, were fighting over a stick that looked like a sword.
Leo: This is my stick, I saw it first!
Karl: No, my, I noticed her!
They started fighting just by swinging their fists, Felix noticed it right away.

Peter is possessive, jealous, and gentle with me. He doesn't tease me.