By: Sir Akwyn the Incredibly Weird and/or Insane, Who Can Also Be Quite Serious When Necessary…Any questions? Good.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Peter Pan. I do not own any of the characters from the movie and/or book Peter Pan. I DO own Mali, Agatha, and Mr. and Mrs. Ellwood. There. Now you can't sue me.
It was once said that girls were far too clever to fall out of their prams. Which is, as we all know, how Lost Boys are made. Mallory Ellwood was an exception. The child was no more than twelve months old when she taught herself how to read. Not long complicated books, mind you, more like simple fairy tales and children's literature. Her parents, Martha and Atticus Ellwood knew nothing of their child's incredible abilities. They merely thought of her as an ordinary baby. Only the child's Nanny, Agatha Lewin, noticed Mallory's inconceivable achievements. When informed, however, the Ellwood's decision remained that Old Agatha had cracked, and Mallory was just a normal baby.
After reading Peter Pan at the age of eighteen months, Mali made a decision. She started hoarding her meals in her old bassinet, until she had a decent stock, and then escaped from her cradle into the bassinet (Which, by the way, was being stored in her parents' closet; top shelf). After seven days of waiting, Mali felt herself being lifted into the air, as if by a glitter of gold. Several minutes later, she suddenly landed in a hammock woven of reeds. At this point, a conversation took place, which was something like what follows:
"A GIRL!"
"Peter! That can't be right. It's impossible."
"True Slightly, but it happened. I never thought I'd see the day."
"What do we do now, Peter?"
"We will have to talk with the other boys"
A tinkling of bells
"Tink isn't too happy…" Laughed the boy called Peter.
"She'll get over it." Slightly stated. "She's just sulking because of the last girl we had here."
"Don't talk about her! I never want to hear her…name…"
"Peter?"
"Wendy!" The boy sat back on his heels, tears forming in his eyes.
"Peter, are you alright?"
"We have to keep her, Slightly. We just have to." Peter said, a single tear trickling down his face.
"Yes, Peter."