Ok, sorry it's been so long i had SO much hw. Anyway. I want to thank everyone who reviewed!!! i love reviews!!! thank you so much everyone! And now, without further ado...
"I don't know about this, Peter." Wendy said uneasily. This whole jumping-out-windows thing was starting to make her skeptical of Peter's insanity. Infact, Peter had spent 2 years at an insane assilym until he broke the bars off the window and flew away. But that is another story.
"You'll be fine, Wendy. Just think happy happy thoughts." Peter said, whipping out his famous mock-heroic smile. He pointed to George and beckoned him voer mto the window. "Now, George. Think of something happy. Like...Santa Claus."
George shrugged and concentrated on the thought of little people-who actually looke somewhat like Peter- running around making toys. Suddenly WEndy shreiked as Peter pushed George out the window.
"I can fly! I can fly! Look Wendy! I can fly!" George soared gracefully around in the sky as dramatic triumphant music played in the backround. The children all watched in awe as George sailed back through thw indow and landed on the floor. Everyone cheered. It was a moment. After a minute or two of discussing something happy enough to keep them from falling hundreds of feet adn dying a pianful death on their way to never-neverland, the 3 bellowfield children and Peter Pot flew out the window into the night sky. True, some people takling a late0night stroll in the town below were a little confused, but they dismissed the idea, thinking that they were seeing oddly shaped birds. And yes, mother and father Bellowfield were a teensy bit worried in the morning to find a burned rug, an open window, a knocked over candle, 3 missing children, and worst of all-Peter had left the toilet seat up.
"I don't know about this, Peter." Wendy said uneasily. This whole jumping-out-windows thing was starting to make her skeptical of Peter's insanity. Infact, Peter had spent 2 years at an insane assilym until he broke the bars off the window and flew away. But that is another story.
"You'll be fine, Wendy. Just think happy happy thoughts." Peter said, whipping out his famous mock-heroic smile. He pointed to George and beckoned him voer mto the window. "Now, George. Think of something happy. Like...Santa Claus."
George shrugged and concentrated on the thought of little people-who actually looke somewhat like Peter- running around making toys. Suddenly WEndy shreiked as Peter pushed George out the window.
"I can fly! I can fly! Look Wendy! I can fly!" George soared gracefully around in the sky as dramatic triumphant music played in the backround. The children all watched in awe as George sailed back through thw indow and landed on the floor. Everyone cheered. It was a moment. After a minute or two of discussing something happy enough to keep them from falling hundreds of feet adn dying a pianful death on their way to never-neverland, the 3 bellowfield children and Peter Pot flew out the window into the night sky. True, some people takling a late0night stroll in the town below were a little confused, but they dismissed the idea, thinking that they were seeing oddly shaped birds. And yes, mother and father Bellowfield were a teensy bit worried in the morning to find a burned rug, an open window, a knocked over candle, 3 missing children, and worst of all-Peter had left the toilet seat up.