Hey, here's chapter two of the NEW AND IMPROVED The Lost Girls!
Flying was MUCH harder than it looks.
For two reasons, one I just flat out COULD NOT do it and two, Peter did not tell me how to stop.
But, all in all, I liked flying. It was so much more fun than doing needlepoint and boring things like that. However, just as we were nearing the island a large seagull flew over my head.
At first I admired the bird, for, I had never been this close to one, but suddenly, Peter grabbed my arm. When he did, I jerked to a jagged stop and my leg whipped out, kicking the poor bird! It was so frightened that it squawked, causing it to poop on my head!
Peter started cracking up before, "Lily! We're here!" I stared hard at him, for the poop was warm and disgusting.
That's when I looked down. And gasped! This island was LOVELY! I stared on and on.
It was covered in lush, green grass and trees. There were a few rocks on the northern shore and I could just make out seals relaxing on them. I could see a small Indian village on one side and smoke was rising steadily from the huts. There was a pirate ship in a cove, sandy beaches, rivers and waterfalls and... OH it was just SO beautiful I could hardly keep hovering!
Peter smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded. "Good! I do, too. Look at that pirate ship!"
"I see it." I said.
"Well, that's where my old friend Captain Hook lives."
I giggled. "Captain... Hook?" I said.
"Yep."
"Why, pray tell, is he called Captain Hook."
"Long story."
"I've got all the time in the world." I said.
"Well, in short, I cut off his hand one day, threw it to a crocodile, saved his daughter and now that croc is stalking him." Peter said, quickly.
"Oh, alright then." I was getting to feel that Neverland was also not of this world. However, I didn't have time to ponder this, for Peter suddenly said, "follow me!" and flew quickly into a forest.
Far to quickly for me.
I started after him, but, he was already out of my sight.
As I dive-bombed after him, I heard a HUGE BOOM and I was shaken out of the way.
I realized, far too late, that the pirates were shooting their cannonballs.
At ME!
Flying was MUCH harder than it looks.
For two reasons, one I just flat out COULD NOT do it and two, Peter did not tell me how to stop.
But, all in all, I liked flying. It was so much more fun than doing needlepoint and boring things like that. However, just as we were nearing the island a large seagull flew over my head.
At first I admired the bird, for, I had never been this close to one, but suddenly, Peter grabbed my arm. When he did, I jerked to a jagged stop and my leg whipped out, kicking the poor bird! It was so frightened that it squawked, causing it to poop on my head!
Peter started cracking up before, "Lily! We're here!" I stared hard at him, for the poop was warm and disgusting.
That's when I looked down. And gasped! This island was LOVELY! I stared on and on.
It was covered in lush, green grass and trees. There were a few rocks on the northern shore and I could just make out seals relaxing on them. I could see a small Indian village on one side and smoke was rising steadily from the huts. There was a pirate ship in a cove, sandy beaches, rivers and waterfalls and... OH it was just SO beautiful I could hardly keep hovering!
Peter smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded. "Good! I do, too. Look at that pirate ship!"
"I see it." I said.
"Well, that's where my old friend Captain Hook lives."
I giggled. "Captain... Hook?" I said.
"Yep."
"Why, pray tell, is he called Captain Hook."
"Long story."
"I've got all the time in the world." I said.
"Well, in short, I cut off his hand one day, threw it to a crocodile, saved his daughter and now that croc is stalking him." Peter said, quickly.
"Oh, alright then." I was getting to feel that Neverland was also not of this world. However, I didn't have time to ponder this, for Peter suddenly said, "follow me!" and flew quickly into a forest.
Far to quickly for me.
I started after him, but, he was already out of my sight.
As I dive-bombed after him, I heard a HUGE BOOM and I was shaken out of the way.
I realized, far too late, that the pirates were shooting their cannonballs.
At ME!