A/N: Once again, slow update. Sorry, I just had my first week of school. What a nightmare. I thought this was a particularly funny chapter. I hope you guys do too.

Chapter 4: The Bath

"Take off your clothes, and put this on," said John, handing Peter a bathrobe.

Peter took it, holding it inquiringly. John left the room and Peter was left standing there by himself. Take off his clothes? What did that mean? He heard Wendy telling Michael how dirty his clothes were. She had been talking about his coverings. He looked at his own coverings, made of leaves and vines. He had never taken them off before. How should he now? Could he?

He put down the bathrobe. He pulled, tugged, and yanked at them, but all was vain. He bit his lips. Tears welled up in his eyes. He would have to cut them off. He didn't want to; he wasn't sure what would happen if he did. But he couldn't let Wendy down. He held his breath, pulled out his knife and SLASH! He cut right through his coverings. He shivered. It was cold without them. Now what was he supposed to do? John had said to put on the other kind of covering.

He picked it up from where he had placed it on the floor. How did he put it on? He tried to fasten it the way his other coverings had been worn, but they wouldn't stay. He tried tying to his arms, placing on his head, even sticking the tops behind his ears, but to no avail. He looked at it for a moment, thinking to himself. Then suddenly, he jumped with excitement. He then took the two long strips that hung out of the bigger part and tied them around his neck like a cape. "Oh, the cleverness of me!" he shouted.

Thrilled with his brilliant thinking and eager to show Wendy his accomplishment, he flew in to her room and landed with his hands on his hips, and smile broad on his face.

Wendy who was on her bed, stared at him her mouth open. She blinked, covered her eyes, and sighed, "Oh, Peter..."

"What is it Wendy? Why are you covering your eyes? Look at my new coverings! I did them all myself!"

"Oh, Peter, go to the bathroom and take your bath!" cried Wendy.

"Oh, the bath. I forgot. But don't worry Wendy, I shall show you my new coverings later!" He then left her room and went to what John had called the Bath Room.

He entered and found the most amazingly white place he'd ever seen. Inside he found a tiny pond in a hard, white, material. The surface of the water was covered with foamy white bubbles. Peter eyed the water carefully. John had said he was to go in and wash himself. Peter slowly put his hand into the water. It was pleasantly warm, unlike the any of the water in Neverland. He eagerly hoped into the water, his new "coverings" still on. The water felt wonderful. It was nicer than anything he'd felt in his whole life.

He sat in the water for a while than remembered what John had said about washing himself. To wash himself, he needed to scrub himself with soap. John had said the soap would be on the little shelf near the tub.

Peter looked for it and spotted it. It was round and green. He picked it up with his wet hands, but it slipped and fell into the water. Peter dived down under to get it, but it slipped from is hands again. He finally picked it up and tried to rub it into his hand, but it slipped yet again. He was beginning to feel frustrated. He grabbed the soap from the bottom of the tub and held it as tight has he could so as not to drop it again. Once again, it slipped. It seemed the harder he held it, the easier it slipped away. He picked it up gently this time, and rubbed it. The soap started to get foamy, just like the bubbles in the water. Peter's eyes widened and he bent his head closer to watch. His eyes got nearer and nearer to the soap until-

"ARRGGGHHHHH!" cried Peter. "MY EYES! MY EYES! I'VE GONE BLIND! MY EYES!"

Wendy rushed into the room. "What's wrong Peter?"

"MY EYES! MY EYES!"

"Oh, Peter, I'm afraid you got soap in your eyes."

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