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The boy flew across the sky, propelled along by the winds of the island, buoyed up by happy thoughts. It had been a week of wondrous adventures: battling pirates, discovering hidden treasure in the depths of mermaid lagoon (the mermaids helped of course).
But the week was up, and he was homesick. He missed having the lost boys gallivanting about, playing pretend with him. He missed feasting with the Indians, dancing around the fire and wearing face paint. But most of all, he missed his Wendy Lady, with her bright smile and happy spirit.
So Peter Pan was going home.