If you have a young sibling, or even a small cousin (which I'm quite sure
most of you do) you could sneak in after 9:00 and look in their minds for
tiny boxes. Most of you, I'm sure, can no longer remember having these
boxes, or even what they are for, but if you think back hard you might see
yourself putting all the leftover bits of your playtime, in them before bed
for safe keeping.
The most important box is the little velvet green one (remember yet?) with the golden hinges, where you once hid the best of your adventures, including the Neverland. Now the Neverland is not in a big box, as a matter of fact...the box is so tiny, that all of the adventures run about clock- wise, so close to one another that they actually bite each other in the back side from time to time. The most stupendous times are when Peter Pan comes, and causes such chaos that each adventure is be on top of another...and an explosion happens!
This was your favorite part dont you remember? Maybe you dont, because you've grown up or something like that, I myself sometimes forget, and my boxes get dusty and the hinges all full of rust. Maybe next time you wish upon a star you could ask to grow-down. Oh dont be naive! Of course you can grow-down. As a matter of fact, Sir Barrie himself did it. A little bird told me, that he lives on the shore in Neverland, in a wonderful yellow cottage with a rock garden and has tea twice a day with the faeries.
"How lovely to have tea twice a day!" Wendy's daughter Jane would exclaim when Peter would tell her of Sir Barries' whereabouts. Jane didnt spend as much time in Neverland as she would have liked, her mother held her tight on warm nights when she thought Peter might come and coax her away. Neverland looks much more dangerous to an adult than it does to a child of course, and Wendy had lost the gossamer curtain over her eyes that once told her that one day Tinkerbell would learn to like her, and that all pirates needed was a bit of medicine each night and a story or two, and that they were fine gentlemen, misguided from having no mother. Now she saw things in an entirely different way. "Faeries will mischief you my dear, it makes me ill to think of you in the midst of them sometimes...beautiful as they are." Wendy would tell Jane after she would return from a bit of spring cleaning.
Bless my soul...I havent told you yet, this is a story, I promise, and its mostly about Peter and Jane, they did have the most wonderful times, but as Sir Barrie is indulging in his second cup of tea right now, I have taken it upon myself to tell you the tale, if your up to it of course.
The most important box is the little velvet green one (remember yet?) with the golden hinges, where you once hid the best of your adventures, including the Neverland. Now the Neverland is not in a big box, as a matter of fact...the box is so tiny, that all of the adventures run about clock- wise, so close to one another that they actually bite each other in the back side from time to time. The most stupendous times are when Peter Pan comes, and causes such chaos that each adventure is be on top of another...and an explosion happens!
This was your favorite part dont you remember? Maybe you dont, because you've grown up or something like that, I myself sometimes forget, and my boxes get dusty and the hinges all full of rust. Maybe next time you wish upon a star you could ask to grow-down. Oh dont be naive! Of course you can grow-down. As a matter of fact, Sir Barrie himself did it. A little bird told me, that he lives on the shore in Neverland, in a wonderful yellow cottage with a rock garden and has tea twice a day with the faeries.
"How lovely to have tea twice a day!" Wendy's daughter Jane would exclaim when Peter would tell her of Sir Barries' whereabouts. Jane didnt spend as much time in Neverland as she would have liked, her mother held her tight on warm nights when she thought Peter might come and coax her away. Neverland looks much more dangerous to an adult than it does to a child of course, and Wendy had lost the gossamer curtain over her eyes that once told her that one day Tinkerbell would learn to like her, and that all pirates needed was a bit of medicine each night and a story or two, and that they were fine gentlemen, misguided from having no mother. Now she saw things in an entirely different way. "Faeries will mischief you my dear, it makes me ill to think of you in the midst of them sometimes...beautiful as they are." Wendy would tell Jane after she would return from a bit of spring cleaning.
Bless my soul...I havent told you yet, this is a story, I promise, and its mostly about Peter and Jane, they did have the most wonderful times, but as Sir Barrie is indulging in his second cup of tea right now, I have taken it upon myself to tell you the tale, if your up to it of course.