The next morning

The next day, Lilly was observing Ms. Evans and the camp director, a broad muscular woman in her fifties. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but it seems they were going over to the canoes. A small butterfly landed next to Lilly.

"FiddleBob, there's a problem!" Panicked the nude blonde. "I sabotaged the canoes, but I didn't expect that Ms. Evans would be right next to her. I need to distract them, or split them up, but how?" It was quiet for a few second. "Genius, FiddleBob. Where would I be without you?"