CHAPTER 9: NOT ANOTHER MOTHER!
Wendy and Peter were now flying into the Neverland Jungle. The jungle sounds were of exotic birds chirping and bugs croaking. Other animals made sounds as well. Wendy sat on a nearby mushroom, and found her chair to be getting rather hot. Peter was leaning against an old, enormous tree while he played his pipes. With a worried face, Wendy sprang up, yelping.
"What is it Wendy?" Peter snapped, grabbing his dagger and running to Wendy's side. Wendy pointed to the mushroom, bewildered.
"That almost burnt me!" she cried. Peter walked to the mushroom and lifted it out of the ground with ease. He started to laugh. Wendy crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Wendy," Peter giggled. "You were sitting on our chimney!" Smoke came from a hole in the ivy ground. Wendy walked over to it, huffing.
"B-but..." she stuttered. "Why do you put mushrooms in chimneys?"
"It's a clever idea I made up." Peter bragged, sticking the mushroom back into the hole. "Whenever pirates are lurking around, we hide our place by putting mushrooms in the chimneys to disguise them."
Wendy laughed, also thinking this clever. "How do you, get into the home?" She asked, curious.
Peter took her hand, lacing fingers. Wendy sighed, wanting to faint. He guided her to a large but completely ordinary jungle tree, or so Wendy thought. He tapped on the door six times with an odd pattern, and the very well hidden door opened. He guided the girl into the dark, small room and closed the door behind her. Wendy looked around, only seeing a plain, pitch- black room that you could only see the outlines of one's face.
"Peter?" Wendy's shaky voice asked.
Peter was looking at the ground. Without looking up, he held his free hand into the air and snapped, "One minute, Wendy."
Wendy started to ask again, advancing to Peter. "Pet-"Peter laughed as he dropped from the ground. Wendy looked worried. Soon, she too fell down a hidden doorway. She screamed, frightened as she slid down the dirt made tube slide.
Once Wendy landed, she could see the brightness of lights, and felt warm air surrounding her. She could hear breathing of others, and the crackling of the fire. Slowly, Wendy looked up, bewildered. To her surprise, the dirt room was of an autumn theme. To the right, a warm fireplace sat infront of a bearskin rug. In the back of the big room, there were six beds on three bunk beds. A throne decorated with feathers and beads was in the center of the room, and the trunk of a Neverland Tree was near the right wall of the room. Two bearskin rugs hung on wall openings like doors. A large dining table was to the left of the room. Wendy gasped at the lovely picture.
But there were other figures in view. Six boys were gaping at Wendy, down on one knee. Wendy flipped her hair behind her back, looking at them.
Peter was standing behind them, smiling as he kicked one, trying to not let Wendy be displeased. The boy stood up and slowly advanced towards Wendy.
"Wendy lady.... I'm Slightly, and these are the Lost Boys." The brown- haired boy with the pointy nose pointed to the others. "We would like very much, if you would..." Slightly looked down at his fox fur pants. Peter looked panicked, seeming to worry about Slightly forgetting what to say. "If, you would be our mother."
Wendy looked at the eager children's faces and nodded, blushing. "Why of course. I would absolutely love to take part in being mother." The boys jumped up, cheering and ran to Wendy, introducing themselves.
"I'm Nibs!" A tough looking boy cried, shaking Wendy's hand quickly. He wore a bandana, clearing the wild hair from his face. Nibs wore deer hide for clothing.
"Tootles." A slightly overweight boy smiled at Wendy.
"You're leaving already?" Wendy asked, shocked.
Tootles laughed. "No mother Wendy! That's my name! Tootles!"
Two eight-year-old boys advanced to Wendy and said together, "We're the twins."
"How lovely." Wendy smiled kindly. They took off their feathery hats and bowed.
A curly headed boy advanced to Wendy; he was wearing feathers on his shoulders, and wore wolf fur. "I'm Curly." Wendy nodded as Curly stepped back in line.
"Well," Wendy beamed, holding her head up high. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you all." Her smile vanished as she looked down at the floor. "But you see, I cannot be mother without having a father to be there with me."
Everyone peeped at Peter, who crossed his arms and tried not to smile. "Alright mother Wendy, I shall be father." He announced, sternly. The boys cheered once more, and Wendy smiled, laughing with them all.
At once they all played house, Peter pretending to read the paper as Wendy cleaned the room merrily. The boys followed her orders as loyal sons all do.
A mother is she who can take the place of all others
But whose place no one else can take.
Wendy and Peter were now flying into the Neverland Jungle. The jungle sounds were of exotic birds chirping and bugs croaking. Other animals made sounds as well. Wendy sat on a nearby mushroom, and found her chair to be getting rather hot. Peter was leaning against an old, enormous tree while he played his pipes. With a worried face, Wendy sprang up, yelping.
"What is it Wendy?" Peter snapped, grabbing his dagger and running to Wendy's side. Wendy pointed to the mushroom, bewildered.
"That almost burnt me!" she cried. Peter walked to the mushroom and lifted it out of the ground with ease. He started to laugh. Wendy crossed her arms and tapped her foot. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Wendy," Peter giggled. "You were sitting on our chimney!" Smoke came from a hole in the ivy ground. Wendy walked over to it, huffing.
"B-but..." she stuttered. "Why do you put mushrooms in chimneys?"
"It's a clever idea I made up." Peter bragged, sticking the mushroom back into the hole. "Whenever pirates are lurking around, we hide our place by putting mushrooms in the chimneys to disguise them."
Wendy laughed, also thinking this clever. "How do you, get into the home?" She asked, curious.
Peter took her hand, lacing fingers. Wendy sighed, wanting to faint. He guided her to a large but completely ordinary jungle tree, or so Wendy thought. He tapped on the door six times with an odd pattern, and the very well hidden door opened. He guided the girl into the dark, small room and closed the door behind her. Wendy looked around, only seeing a plain, pitch- black room that you could only see the outlines of one's face.
"Peter?" Wendy's shaky voice asked.
Peter was looking at the ground. Without looking up, he held his free hand into the air and snapped, "One minute, Wendy."
Wendy started to ask again, advancing to Peter. "Pet-"Peter laughed as he dropped from the ground. Wendy looked worried. Soon, she too fell down a hidden doorway. She screamed, frightened as she slid down the dirt made tube slide.
Once Wendy landed, she could see the brightness of lights, and felt warm air surrounding her. She could hear breathing of others, and the crackling of the fire. Slowly, Wendy looked up, bewildered. To her surprise, the dirt room was of an autumn theme. To the right, a warm fireplace sat infront of a bearskin rug. In the back of the big room, there were six beds on three bunk beds. A throne decorated with feathers and beads was in the center of the room, and the trunk of a Neverland Tree was near the right wall of the room. Two bearskin rugs hung on wall openings like doors. A large dining table was to the left of the room. Wendy gasped at the lovely picture.
But there were other figures in view. Six boys were gaping at Wendy, down on one knee. Wendy flipped her hair behind her back, looking at them.
Peter was standing behind them, smiling as he kicked one, trying to not let Wendy be displeased. The boy stood up and slowly advanced towards Wendy.
"Wendy lady.... I'm Slightly, and these are the Lost Boys." The brown- haired boy with the pointy nose pointed to the others. "We would like very much, if you would..." Slightly looked down at his fox fur pants. Peter looked panicked, seeming to worry about Slightly forgetting what to say. "If, you would be our mother."
Wendy looked at the eager children's faces and nodded, blushing. "Why of course. I would absolutely love to take part in being mother." The boys jumped up, cheering and ran to Wendy, introducing themselves.
"I'm Nibs!" A tough looking boy cried, shaking Wendy's hand quickly. He wore a bandana, clearing the wild hair from his face. Nibs wore deer hide for clothing.
"Tootles." A slightly overweight boy smiled at Wendy.
"You're leaving already?" Wendy asked, shocked.
Tootles laughed. "No mother Wendy! That's my name! Tootles!"
Two eight-year-old boys advanced to Wendy and said together, "We're the twins."
"How lovely." Wendy smiled kindly. They took off their feathery hats and bowed.
A curly headed boy advanced to Wendy; he was wearing feathers on his shoulders, and wore wolf fur. "I'm Curly." Wendy nodded as Curly stepped back in line.
"Well," Wendy beamed, holding her head up high. "'Tis a pleasure to meet you all." Her smile vanished as she looked down at the floor. "But you see, I cannot be mother without having a father to be there with me."
Everyone peeped at Peter, who crossed his arms and tried not to smile. "Alright mother Wendy, I shall be father." He announced, sternly. The boys cheered once more, and Wendy smiled, laughing with them all.
At once they all played house, Peter pretending to read the paper as Wendy cleaned the room merrily. The boys followed her orders as loyal sons all do.
A mother is she who can take the place of all others
But whose place no one else can take.