Disclaimer: I own nothing of Peter Pan. I have to give all the credit to
the great and awesome J.M. Barrie
Peter flew to the window, like he did most nights, to hear a story was being told. The night was bleak and dark, and Peter could sense danger in the air. He did not go to the same window every night, infact this was his fist time eavesdropping at this house.
Looking in the window he saw three girls laid down in three beds and a forth girl reading them a story. Peter soon realized that the oldest one, the one reading the story, was reading them his story. Not scene he helped the great J.M. Barrie write his story had he herd it read so wonder fully. As the Girl reading the book finished for the night she asked the others what they thought.
"It was quite thrilling!" Said one of them.
"Won't you read more?" Asked a second girl. The third was a sleep.
"Because it is your bed time, and your mother would have a fit if she knew I let you stay up." Said the oldest as she turned out the light. "I will be down stairs if you need me."
"Will you leave a night-light?" Asked the first girl.
"Of course! Night-lights are eyes that protect children when mothers eyes cannot." And with that she went down stairs.
Hearing her speak so elegantly Peter knew she would make a fine mother for the lostboys sense Wendy left. He had to meet her, know her, and befriend her so he slipped inside and headed down stairs.
The halls were dark except for the ball of light swarming around known as Tinkerbell.
"Tink," Peter whispered, "hide your light, we don't want to be caught."
"To bad, you've been found." And there he saw her, the fourth girl, standing there, with a flashlight.
"What is your name? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" the girl demanded. She was secretly scared out of her wits, just finding a half- naked, teenage boy roaming the house, but she showed no fear.
"I am Peter Pan and I flew. I want you to be the lostboys new mother." Answered Peter.
"You expect me to believe that? Fine, then prove it." She responded, and all at once he flew in the air and a pixie came from nowhere.
"Your must come with me. Surely these girls need not two mothers!" Peter exclaimed.
"I am not their mother," The girl said, sounding offended, " I am their babysitter!"
"What's a baby sitter?" Peter asked
"A babysitter is someone who comes to your house and watches you while a mother cannot." Answered this girl, this babysitter.
"Like a night-light?" Asked Peter.
"Well sort of, but I can walk around and play with the kids." Answered the baby sitter, "this is to much, I have to be dreaming."
"But can't you see, your not dreaming. This is real, and I am real, and Tink is real, and so is Neverland. Please come and be our babysitter while Wendy is gone!" Responded Peter.
"Oh how long I've been dreaming of this day, I will go with you Peter Pan." She had always waited to say those words.
" Then come along Babysitter!" yelled Peter.
"My name," Said the babysitter, "is Jane."
Peter flew to the window, like he did most nights, to hear a story was being told. The night was bleak and dark, and Peter could sense danger in the air. He did not go to the same window every night, infact this was his fist time eavesdropping at this house.
Looking in the window he saw three girls laid down in three beds and a forth girl reading them a story. Peter soon realized that the oldest one, the one reading the story, was reading them his story. Not scene he helped the great J.M. Barrie write his story had he herd it read so wonder fully. As the Girl reading the book finished for the night she asked the others what they thought.
"It was quite thrilling!" Said one of them.
"Won't you read more?" Asked a second girl. The third was a sleep.
"Because it is your bed time, and your mother would have a fit if she knew I let you stay up." Said the oldest as she turned out the light. "I will be down stairs if you need me."
"Will you leave a night-light?" Asked the first girl.
"Of course! Night-lights are eyes that protect children when mothers eyes cannot." And with that she went down stairs.
Hearing her speak so elegantly Peter knew she would make a fine mother for the lostboys sense Wendy left. He had to meet her, know her, and befriend her so he slipped inside and headed down stairs.
The halls were dark except for the ball of light swarming around known as Tinkerbell.
"Tink," Peter whispered, "hide your light, we don't want to be caught."
"To bad, you've been found." And there he saw her, the fourth girl, standing there, with a flashlight.
"What is your name? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" the girl demanded. She was secretly scared out of her wits, just finding a half- naked, teenage boy roaming the house, but she showed no fear.
"I am Peter Pan and I flew. I want you to be the lostboys new mother." Answered Peter.
"You expect me to believe that? Fine, then prove it." She responded, and all at once he flew in the air and a pixie came from nowhere.
"Your must come with me. Surely these girls need not two mothers!" Peter exclaimed.
"I am not their mother," The girl said, sounding offended, " I am their babysitter!"
"What's a baby sitter?" Peter asked
"A babysitter is someone who comes to your house and watches you while a mother cannot." Answered this girl, this babysitter.
"Like a night-light?" Asked Peter.
"Well sort of, but I can walk around and play with the kids." Answered the baby sitter, "this is to much, I have to be dreaming."
"But can't you see, your not dreaming. This is real, and I am real, and Tink is real, and so is Neverland. Please come and be our babysitter while Wendy is gone!" Responded Peter.
"Oh how long I've been dreaming of this day, I will go with you Peter Pan." She had always waited to say those words.
" Then come along Babysitter!" yelled Peter.
"My name," Said the babysitter, "is Jane."
