Megs karpos, her protector, Peaches, you see buzzing his little leaf wings around Like a chubby bumble bee, look at the strawberries growing in Camp Half-blood. Once you walk over, he put his chubby fists on his hips “PEACHES!” He demands. He had razor sharp teeth. He tilt his head at you and points at you. “Peaches!” He stomps his foot in the air. He crossed his arms.