Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan

Upon my arrival in this world there was quite a debate about wither I could be kept. My mother was in great favor of keeping me but my father was afraid they couldn't afford me. However in the end my mother had her way. Not long after I was born John came along and there was much debating but in the end he was kept too. Then little Michael was born and he barely scratched by but he stayed as well. Having three kids had made my father rather poor coincidentally having that many children required having a nurse. Nana was a wonderful nurse despite being a dog and she was not as expensive as a human nurse.

My brothers and I were like all other children, we played pretend and we loved to listen to stories about fairies, mermaids, and pirates. I do not recall exactly when or where we first learned of Peter Pan but he soon was present in all our games. My mother seemed quite concerned about our interest in Peter Pan. However she only asked me a few questions and she seemed content with my answers. It was only after our adventures in Neverland that I learned how Peter's shadow came to be in our house.

My mother had fallen asleep in the nursery while sewing Michael a new shirt. She awoke startled by a noise at the window. When she looked at the window she saw a young boy dressed in leaves. The boy gnashed his teeth at my mother and she screamed. Nana ran towards the window while barking at the boy. When she reached the window the boy backed out into the night air, scaring my mother. She rushed to the window to see if the boy had died but she did not see anything in the street below. Nana got my mother's attention and showed her that she had gotten the boy's shadow. My mother closed the window as she debated what to do about the shadow. She eventually decided against telling my father and putting the shadow in a drawer.

It was on a Friday, not long after my mother's encounter with the boy, that our adventure actually began. Mother and Father were all dressed up and going out to a dinner party. Mother would wait to put us to bed until after they got ready because I liked to see what she wore. Michael was taking a bath and John and I were re-enacting our births. When Michael asked if he could please be born and John told him rather harshly that he was not wanted. Michael immediately began to cry but my mother quickly defused the problem.

My father came in because he was upset that he could not tie his tie. My mother tied it for him and he was calm again. This did not last long because Michael was refusing to take his medicine.

"Michael, when I was your age I took my medicine without a murmur. I said 'Thank you, kind parents, for giving me bottles to make me well.'" he reprimanded. I tried to help my father convince Michael, "That medicine you sometimes take, Father, is much nastier, isn't it?"

"Ever so much nastier," my father said bravely "and I would take it now as an example to you, Michael, if I hadn't lost the bottle." Upon hearing this I was delighted to help out my father not realizing that he did not want me to find the bottle. "I know where it is father!" I cried. "I'll bring it!" I said running into his room. I grabbed the medicine off his washstand. I ran back into the nursery as fast as I could. "I've been as quick as I could." I panted.

"You have been wonderfully quick." Father said. I felt quite proud to have helped my father. "Michael first" he said. Michael, who was of a rather suspicious nature, said, "Father first"

"I shall be sick you know." My father threatened. John tried to encourage my father but he cut John off. I was quite confused, "I thought you took medicine quite easily father."

"That is not the point," he retorted "The point is that there is more in my glass then in Michael's spoon. And it isn't fair; I would say it though it were with my last breath-it isn't fair."

"Father, I am waiting." Michael said coldly. "It is all very well to say you are waiting. So am I waiting." My father replied smartly. "Father is a cowardly custard."

"So are you a cowardly custard."

"I am not frightened."

"Neither am I frightened."

"Well, then take it."

"Well, then you take it."

Seeing no end to the argument I suggested that they both take the medicine at the same time. Father agreed to the idea. However when Michael took his medicine my father did not. We all cried out indignantly at our father. I think the way we were looking at him must have hurt his pride. "Look here all of you," he said entreatingly, "I have just thought of a splendid joke. I shall pour my medicine into Nana's bowl and she will drink it thinking it is milk."

Neither my brothers nor I thought much of my father's joke. When Nana came back in the room with my mother and took a drink out of her bowl all hell broke loose. My mother reprimanded my father and we children ran to our nanny. My father was angry that we would take Nana's side over his. He decided that Nana could not stay in the nursery anymore. Despite my mother's protests and the cries of my brothers and me, my father took Nana and chained her up outside. We were sent to bed and we somehow managed to get to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of crying. Sitting at the ground at the end of my bed was a boy. "Boy," I said courteously, "why are you crying?" The boy stood and bowed quite beautifully to me and I bowed back. "What is your name?" the boy asked. "Wendy Moria Angela Darling" I replied, quite satisfied.

"What is your name?"

"Peter pan"

"Is that all?" I asked forgetting my manners. "Yes" he replied rather sharply. "I'm so sorry" I said. "It doesn't matter" he gulped. So I changed the subject and asked him where he lived.

"Second to the right," he said, "and then straight on till morning."

"What a funny address!" I exclaimed. "No it isn't" he said. "I mean," I said suddenly remembering my manners, "is that what they put on the letters?"

"Don't get any letters." He said contemptuously.

"But your mother gets letters?"

"Don't have a mother" he said. I thought mothers were absolutely wonderful persons and that not to have one was a great tragedy. "Oh Peter, no wonder you were crying." I said as I ran to comfort him. Peter however did not exactly appreciate my concern. "I wasn't crying about mothers" he said rather indigently. "I was crying because I couldn't get my shadow to stick on. Besides I wasn't crying."

"It has come off?"

"Yes"

That was when I noticed the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and I felt frightfully sorry for Peter. "How awful!" I said but I could not keep from smiling. Peter had tried to attach the shadow with soap and all I could think was, "how like a boy."

Fortunately for poor Peter I knew exactly what to do. "It must be sewn on." I informed him. "What's sewn?" he asked. "You are dreadfully ignorant" I gushed. "No I am not" he retorted.

I ignored this however because I enjoyed knowing more than him. "I shall sew it on for you my little man" I said feeling so much more grown up then Peter. I got out my needle and thread and started sewing. I warned Peter that it might hurt but he insisted that he would not cry.

True to his word he did not shed a tear. When I was finished I looked at my work and muttered to myself about how I should have ironed the shadow. Peter was too busy jumping about to notice me. "How clever I am," he crowed, "oh the cleverness of me!"

How dare that boy act as though he attached the shadow himself? He was so conceited and I decided at once that I did not like him anymore. Maybe if he hadn't also been very clever I never would have left with him. However Peter had a way about him and he managed to make me like him again. At that moment however I was quite upset with him.

"Your conceit," I exclaimed with sarcasm, "Of course I did nothing!"

"You did a little." Peter replied carelessly as he continued to dance. "A little!" I cried, "If I am no use I can at least withdraw." I ran and jumped into bed and pulled the covers over my head. After a while I felt Peter sit down at the end of my bed. I did not look up at him even as he started to tap me with his foot. "Wendy," he said, "Don't withdraw. I can't help but crowing when I am pleased with myself."

When I still did not look at him he continued to try to get my attention. "Wendy, one girl is worth twenty boys." Upon hearing this I peeped out from beneath my covers and said, "Do you really think so Peter?"

"Yes I do" he replied.

"I think it is perfectly sweet of you," I declared, "I'll get up again." I sat next to him on the bed. I told him I would like to give him a kiss and he asked me what a kiss was. Since he did not know what a kiss was I gave him a thimble instead. I was delighted when he said he would give me a kiss back. I was slightly disappointed when he gave me an acorn instead of a kiss. I still put the acorn on a chain around my neck and told him how lovely it was. Peter told me about running away the day he was born and living with fairies.

I was quite fascinated with fairies so I listened closely has he answered my questions about them. Suddenly he remembered that he had brought a fairy named Tinkerbell with him. I was very excited that there was a fairy in my nursery. Peter found her locked up in the chest of drawers that my mother had placed his shadow in. She flew around the room in a fury and I wished that she would stay still so I could see her.

"Tink," Peter said amiably, "this lady says she wishes you were her fairy."

Tinkerbell answered back and Peter translated that she had said that I was a very ugly girl and that she was Peter's fairy. Peter argued with Tink for a while before he turned his attention back to me and began to speak with me again. He told me about Neverland and the lost boys and how he was the captain of the lost boys.

When I told Peter I would like to give him a thimble and kissed him Tink, the little brute, pulled my hair. She threatened that she would do so every time I gave Peter a thimble and I knew that Tink and I would never get along.

When Tink calmed down Peter and I commenced talking. He told me the reason he came to my house in the first place was to hear stories. I was upset that he had not come to see me but I told him that I knew many stories. He insisted that I come to Neverland and be a mother to the lost boys.

He talked me into going but I refused to leave without John and Michael. Once Michael and John where awake and filled in on the plan, Peter taught us how to fly. Happy thoughts and fairy dust was all we needed and we began to fly circles around the room. John even picked up his Sunday hat and put it on as he flew about the room.

The window burst open and Peter flew off into the night sky and we followed without a second thought. I now feel sorry for my poor parents who rushed into the nursery, having been dragged home by Nana, and arrived a minute too late. Michael, John and I had already flown off with Peter Pan to have adventures in Neverland.

Because of the outcome of our adventures I cannot say that I wish they had got there on time and stopped us.