LOST BOYS' HOME SWEET HOME
Jungle trees surround the place, as the old sun's golden rays shine down gently onto the exotic plants and shrubs of the Neverland Jungle. Coconuts, bananas, all sorts of wild berries, apples, oranges, and other fruits to which no person from the real world knows the name of are grown naturally there, occasionally being picked by a wandering being. Sounds of tropical birds chirping and cawing echo around, as many different animals lurk around every corner. Usually you wouldn't see a tiger or a panther, for they lurk on the other side of the jungle, the dangerous hunting grounds. However, monkies, bugs, lizards, frogs, and birds are around to look at you, but they are well hidden. Yes, my friends, the Neverland Jungle holds many secrets of hiding places, ponds, lagoons, and entrances to caves.
But the most important thing for a child to know in the Neverland Jungle, is where the Underground Home is hidden. A large jungle tree with vines hidden holes is in the middle of what seems to be thousands of trees, next to a few giant mushrooms. The hidden holes are about the size of what a child or teenager could fit through, nothing more or less. Holes that are like tubed slides, quickly spinning around in all directions before hitting the floor to the inside of the tree, more like under it. That is where the Underground Home is found.
Inside the area, the main room is richly decorated with autumn leaves, roots from the large tree and dirt for walls, a large, long, wooden table with food gathered from above sits to the left wall. Two large, throne like chairs are on each end, the long sides both having benches. To the far right of the room, closest to the main entrance, there sits a large fireplace, with a bear rug laying infront of it. That area has a more homely feeling, a rocking chair made for Wendy Darling quite a long time ago sits there, lonely.
In the back of the big room, there are several wooden bunk beds; dirty clothes and other trinkets laying on each one of them. In the center of the room, a huge, boy made throne sits on a higher level of a mound of dirt. Redskin beads and feathers are entangled with the wooden boards. Obviously the chair was for the high leader of the Lost Boys, Peter Pan.
As you walk closer, you notice there are two bearskin rugs hanging in the back corners, leading to two other rooms. One room used to be Wendy's, while the one on the left with the black bearskin is Peter's. Each room has their own unique qualities to them, fitting for the gender and personality of the character who lurks there.
I must say, that different oppinions can come from a person who views the home. A grown-up, or a more mature figure, might think of the place as untidy, a waste of land, not practical enough to live in, and certainly not usable. A child, or one who has a mind of a child, may think of the home to be just like a castle! Whoever views it has their own oppinion!
Up in the jungle, Peter landed with Jane close behind him. While he landed with the grace of a bird, Jane crashed to the ground. Quickly, the boy ran over to her, extending a hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Groaning as Jane stood up, she flinched to see her crisp white nightgown a bit dirty.
"Just fine." She muttered under her breath, wiping off the most dirt she could as she stroked a few fingers through her locksy hair. "Where's your home?"
Peter smirked down at her, bringing his hand to hers and raising it so Jane could see their clasped fingers. Jane blushed with a slight smile as he led her deeper into the brush.
As Peter neared a hole, Jane had a puzzled look appear. Laughing, Peter explained. "It's so the pirates won't find us."
"Oh." With a smile, the girl sat down on a nearby mushroom, relaxing. After a few minutes, Jane widened her eyes. The mushroom was releasing smoke! Jumping up, she checked the mushroom. "Ouch!" She said, rubbing her bottom secretly. "Why is that so hot?"
With another laugh, Peter pulled out the mushroom from the ground, revealing the smoke. It was all about the pirates not finding them. Jane laughed this time, crossing her arms. "Clever, very clever."
Pulling Jane over to him and the hole, Peter climbed inside, ready to go down the tube. Jane looked afraid, so Peter tugged on her hand a little, looking back at her and lingering there. "Do you want to go down with me?"
"Is it dark?" She asked, going closer to him. Peter nodded.
"Not too dark, but it is dark once you take a turn out of the sun's light." He stated carelessly, pulling her to lay ontop and infront of him at the same time, almost as if she was sitting on his lap. She looked afraid, which only made him laugh.
"I don't know if I want to-"Jane started, clencing onto Peter's vine with fright. But sadly Jane was cut off as Peter let go from the sides, sending them to slide quickly down the tube. She screamed as Peter yelled with excitement. It was like a rollercoaster, sending them to slide this way and that, go upside down, and tumble on for about five minutes until they saw light at the bottom. Thumping on the ground, creating a puff of dirt to float around them for half a moment, Jane looked around.
Six boys standing in a straight line looked at her, wide-eyed. Each of them were dirty, grubby little things, all of which had the choice to leave Neverland and live with the Darlings, but later refused. They always had been Peter's boys, ever since they fell out of their prams when their nurses weren't looking.
"Wendy?" All of them asked at once, an eyebrow corked up in amazement.
Widening her eyes of surprise, not seeing the others before, she jumped out of Peter's lap, embarrassed. "Of course not." She stuttered. "I'm her daughter... Jane."
Peter stood up beside her, in a powerful tone he spoke, "Yes, she is to be our mother." The boys looked at her, smiling. Peter looked annoyed and embarrassed. "Go on, introduce yourselves!" Eyeing a boy with a warning tone, Peter crossed his arms and tapped his foot. The boy stood up and slowly advanced towards Jane.
"Miss Jane.... I'm Slightly, and these are the Lost Boys." The brown- haired boy with the pointy nose pointed to the others. "We are pleased that you have come to Neverland..." Slightly looked down at his fox fur pants. Peter looked panicked, seeming to worry about Slightly forgetting what to say. "And we had absaloutely no idea whatsoever that you were coming." The Lost Boys weren't the greatest little liars in the world, but Jane bought it quite well.
"I'm Nibs!" A tough looking boy cried, shaking Jane'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 Jane, looking shy.
"You're leaving already?" Jane asked, shocked.
Tootles laughed. "No mother Jane! That's my name! Tootles!"
Two eight-year-old boys advanced to Janeyand said together, "We're the twins."
"How lovely." Jane smiled kindly. They took off their feathery hats and bowed.
A curly headed boy advanced to Jane; he was wearing feathers on his shoulders, and wore wolf fur. "I'm Curly." Jane nodded as Curly stepped back in line.
After a moment of silence, she crossed her arms and inspected them. "Well, I must say that I'm very pleased to see you." Peeking at Peter, she looked around. "And in Neverland, what do mothers usually do?"
Peter looked a bit dumbfounded when she asked her question, but tried to hide it as if he already knew the answer. "A... mothers cook and clean and sew, and mend pockets, and tell stories."
Sighing, Jane raised an eyebrow. "Here's some of my rules that I'm living here now." The boys straightened up as they watched her pace around. "Don't expect me to cook alone, I'll always need a helper. I'm going to make sure I'm not the only one who cleans. Every one of you will do so. I think I'll be able to sew, and mend pockets, and tell stories." With that the boys cheered.
The rules were tough, but fair. Jane wouldn't be such a bad mother after all.
Author's Note: Okay, I took some of my story from another story I've done in this chapter, because I didn't really know how to introduce these people. Lol, once again, thanks for the reviews! I'm so happy people like my story! -hugs and kisses- Peter's Wendy
Jungle trees surround the place, as the old sun's golden rays shine down gently onto the exotic plants and shrubs of the Neverland Jungle. Coconuts, bananas, all sorts of wild berries, apples, oranges, and other fruits to which no person from the real world knows the name of are grown naturally there, occasionally being picked by a wandering being. Sounds of tropical birds chirping and cawing echo around, as many different animals lurk around every corner. Usually you wouldn't see a tiger or a panther, for they lurk on the other side of the jungle, the dangerous hunting grounds. However, monkies, bugs, lizards, frogs, and birds are around to look at you, but they are well hidden. Yes, my friends, the Neverland Jungle holds many secrets of hiding places, ponds, lagoons, and entrances to caves.
But the most important thing for a child to know in the Neverland Jungle, is where the Underground Home is hidden. A large jungle tree with vines hidden holes is in the middle of what seems to be thousands of trees, next to a few giant mushrooms. The hidden holes are about the size of what a child or teenager could fit through, nothing more or less. Holes that are like tubed slides, quickly spinning around in all directions before hitting the floor to the inside of the tree, more like under it. That is where the Underground Home is found.
Inside the area, the main room is richly decorated with autumn leaves, roots from the large tree and dirt for walls, a large, long, wooden table with food gathered from above sits to the left wall. Two large, throne like chairs are on each end, the long sides both having benches. To the far right of the room, closest to the main entrance, there sits a large fireplace, with a bear rug laying infront of it. That area has a more homely feeling, a rocking chair made for Wendy Darling quite a long time ago sits there, lonely.
In the back of the big room, there are several wooden bunk beds; dirty clothes and other trinkets laying on each one of them. In the center of the room, a huge, boy made throne sits on a higher level of a mound of dirt. Redskin beads and feathers are entangled with the wooden boards. Obviously the chair was for the high leader of the Lost Boys, Peter Pan.
As you walk closer, you notice there are two bearskin rugs hanging in the back corners, leading to two other rooms. One room used to be Wendy's, while the one on the left with the black bearskin is Peter's. Each room has their own unique qualities to them, fitting for the gender and personality of the character who lurks there.
I must say, that different oppinions can come from a person who views the home. A grown-up, or a more mature figure, might think of the place as untidy, a waste of land, not practical enough to live in, and certainly not usable. A child, or one who has a mind of a child, may think of the home to be just like a castle! Whoever views it has their own oppinion!
Up in the jungle, Peter landed with Jane close behind him. While he landed with the grace of a bird, Jane crashed to the ground. Quickly, the boy ran over to her, extending a hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Groaning as Jane stood up, she flinched to see her crisp white nightgown a bit dirty.
"Just fine." She muttered under her breath, wiping off the most dirt she could as she stroked a few fingers through her locksy hair. "Where's your home?"
Peter smirked down at her, bringing his hand to hers and raising it so Jane could see their clasped fingers. Jane blushed with a slight smile as he led her deeper into the brush.
As Peter neared a hole, Jane had a puzzled look appear. Laughing, Peter explained. "It's so the pirates won't find us."
"Oh." With a smile, the girl sat down on a nearby mushroom, relaxing. After a few minutes, Jane widened her eyes. The mushroom was releasing smoke! Jumping up, she checked the mushroom. "Ouch!" She said, rubbing her bottom secretly. "Why is that so hot?"
With another laugh, Peter pulled out the mushroom from the ground, revealing the smoke. It was all about the pirates not finding them. Jane laughed this time, crossing her arms. "Clever, very clever."
Pulling Jane over to him and the hole, Peter climbed inside, ready to go down the tube. Jane looked afraid, so Peter tugged on her hand a little, looking back at her and lingering there. "Do you want to go down with me?"
"Is it dark?" She asked, going closer to him. Peter nodded.
"Not too dark, but it is dark once you take a turn out of the sun's light." He stated carelessly, pulling her to lay ontop and infront of him at the same time, almost as if she was sitting on his lap. She looked afraid, which only made him laugh.
"I don't know if I want to-"Jane started, clencing onto Peter's vine with fright. But sadly Jane was cut off as Peter let go from the sides, sending them to slide quickly down the tube. She screamed as Peter yelled with excitement. It was like a rollercoaster, sending them to slide this way and that, go upside down, and tumble on for about five minutes until they saw light at the bottom. Thumping on the ground, creating a puff of dirt to float around them for half a moment, Jane looked around.
Six boys standing in a straight line looked at her, wide-eyed. Each of them were dirty, grubby little things, all of which had the choice to leave Neverland and live with the Darlings, but later refused. They always had been Peter's boys, ever since they fell out of their prams when their nurses weren't looking.
"Wendy?" All of them asked at once, an eyebrow corked up in amazement.
Widening her eyes of surprise, not seeing the others before, she jumped out of Peter's lap, embarrassed. "Of course not." She stuttered. "I'm her daughter... Jane."
Peter stood up beside her, in a powerful tone he spoke, "Yes, she is to be our mother." The boys looked at her, smiling. Peter looked annoyed and embarrassed. "Go on, introduce yourselves!" Eyeing a boy with a warning tone, Peter crossed his arms and tapped his foot. The boy stood up and slowly advanced towards Jane.
"Miss Jane.... I'm Slightly, and these are the Lost Boys." The brown- haired boy with the pointy nose pointed to the others. "We are pleased that you have come to Neverland..." Slightly looked down at his fox fur pants. Peter looked panicked, seeming to worry about Slightly forgetting what to say. "And we had absaloutely no idea whatsoever that you were coming." The Lost Boys weren't the greatest little liars in the world, but Jane bought it quite well.
"I'm Nibs!" A tough looking boy cried, shaking Jane'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 Jane, looking shy.
"You're leaving already?" Jane asked, shocked.
Tootles laughed. "No mother Jane! That's my name! Tootles!"
Two eight-year-old boys advanced to Janeyand said together, "We're the twins."
"How lovely." Jane smiled kindly. They took off their feathery hats and bowed.
A curly headed boy advanced to Jane; he was wearing feathers on his shoulders, and wore wolf fur. "I'm Curly." Jane nodded as Curly stepped back in line.
After a moment of silence, she crossed her arms and inspected them. "Well, I must say that I'm very pleased to see you." Peeking at Peter, she looked around. "And in Neverland, what do mothers usually do?"
Peter looked a bit dumbfounded when she asked her question, but tried to hide it as if he already knew the answer. "A... mothers cook and clean and sew, and mend pockets, and tell stories."
Sighing, Jane raised an eyebrow. "Here's some of my rules that I'm living here now." The boys straightened up as they watched her pace around. "Don't expect me to cook alone, I'll always need a helper. I'm going to make sure I'm not the only one who cleans. Every one of you will do so. I think I'll be able to sew, and mend pockets, and tell stories." With that the boys cheered.
The rules were tough, but fair. Jane wouldn't be such a bad mother after all.
Author's Note: Okay, I took some of my story from another story I've done in this chapter, because I didn't really know how to introduce these people. Lol, once again, thanks for the reviews! I'm so happy people like my story! -hugs and kisses- Peter's Wendy