The Desert Fox- I rest my case. Here's more for ya! Sadly, this is also—no wait, shant tell yet. Unfortch, I fast-forwarded to the scene after cuz I thought it was unnecessary, and besides, Peter wouldn't say anything drastic to Tink (unless she kills Wendy or something).
elkalili- Here's more for u too!
Merit Somnia- Welcome to the review board :)
Actually, here's more for everyone and anyone who reads this crap that I put up. Had fun reading all your reviews; every time I see one in my email I get all jumpy and excited.
Peter alighted on a weeping beech just like the first time he had decided he was a bird and left his home. But to his surprise, the branch couldn't hold his weight and he nearly fell, if not for the fact that he remembered that he could fly at the very last moment.
Finally, he sat the way the Indians had taught him to on the ground among the bushes, looking as if all the world's sorrow rested on his shoulders. He sat that way till morning, not even noticing when the sun had begun to arise.
"I'm growing up already. Look at me, miserable as a codfish," I thought as I sat on the grassy ground.
Tink was flying around my head in circles, telling me to go back to Neverland where I would be far happier and free. But how would I ever be able to make it all the way to Neverland without falling if leaving Wendy made me so unhappy?
"You silly ass!" Tink said before flying off, probably to brood among the fairy-folk that lived abundantly in the Gardens. She sounded jealous. I think I was finally beginning to understand why she got like that whenever the topic of Wendy came up. It all had to do with these weird feelings that I had just begun to develop.
I thought about the special thimble I'd given Wendy back in her room. It was the strangest feeling I'd ever encountered, and yet, I knew I'd never be able to forget it. I'd felt like I was flying, flying higher than I'd ever flown before. Was that possible?
I had to admit it. I'd changed. Just look at me. Even the weeping beech, the very same one that had held my weight not so long ago, couldn't hold me anymore. Perhaps time here went by differently from Neverland.
Upon it's opening, a man entered the Gardens with two of his children: a little girl with curly fiery-red hair and a nose like a button and a sandy-haired little boy. If not for the fact that they were laughing and playing gleefully, rolling around on an empty grass patch, you wouldn't have been able to guess that the man could act in such a manner, with his very serious-looking glasses and dependable-looking tie that now hung askew around his neck. The children were chuckling, shrieking and tickling the man until he was red in the face and his guffawing was what attracted Peter's attention as he sat down brooding.
Creeping slowly to peep through the bushes, Peter spied on the three of them, lost in their happiness. His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the man's helpless red face. They stopped their gamboling at the sound.
"Did you hear that, Father?" the girl asked.
"Yes, it was a laugh. I heard it too," the boy said.
But the father wasn't worried at all. Instead, he smiled mysteriously and his eyes sparkled, just like Wendy's did before she started telling a particularly ravishing story.
"Could it be…a fairy watching us at play?"
The children shrieked with glee at this. Peter smirked. But then when the children began to search for fairies dangerously close to where he was hiding, he decided that it was time to leave. He had already found the answer to what he was looking for.
