Chapter 3
After sowing Peter's shadow back on with many painful protests, he marched proudly around the room and turned to face me, crowing proudly , "Oh, the cleverness of me!" with his hands on his hips. I was so mad!
"Of course, I did nothing." I said sarcastically.
"Ahhh, you did a little."
"A little!" I hissed indignantly. It had taken me an hour to sow his stupid shadow back on! "I'm going to bed." I announced briskly, marching over to my bed. I flopped down and and sulkily covered my head with the pale yellow covers. Peter flew over soundlessly, and said timidly, "Wendy?" I grunted in response. He hesitated a moment, and then crawled onto my bed. He whispered near my ear, "One girl is worth 20 boys." I asked skeptically, "You really think so?"
"Yup. I live with boys; the Lost Boys. They are well named."
I sat bolt upright, toppling Peter off my bed, "Who are they?" I loved a new story- I could tell my brothers about the lost boys. Peter jumped up off the floor and began to explain, "They are boys who roll away in their stollers when the babysitter isn't looking. If they are not claimed in 40 days, they are sent to the Neverland." I was curious "Are there lost girls too?"
"Girls are much too clever to fall out of their strollers." he said with a grin.
"Peter, you are such a suckup!" He grinned again and ducked the pillow I sent flying at him.
After talknig for a while longer and a few pillow fights, Peter said,"I wonder where Tink is?" We were flopped on my bed, and I looked at him.
"Who's Tink?"
"My fairy. Tinkerbell."
"But there's no such thing as-" he had whipped over to me and clamped a hand over my mouth with a deadly serious look on his face. "Don't ever say that," The muscles in his neck were extremley tense.
"Every time a kid says that," he explained, "A fairy somewhwere falls down dead. And I shall never find her if she's dead!" He was right over me,and as though suddenly realizing this, he flew off to my dresser and started to look for Tink. I joined him at the dresser to help. We looked nearly everywhere. We went back to the bed to brainstorm. I kept studying Peter's face, entranced by his sea-green eyes, and his scruffy blond hair.
"Peter?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"I'd like to...give you...a kiss." I kneeled on the bed, wondering what his reaction would be. I did not expect him to hold out his hand, which is what he did.
I asked incredulously, "Don't you know what a kiss is?"
"I'll know when you give me one." he stated, probably thinking, Well duh... So, not wanting to hurt his pride, I handed him a thimble.
"I suppose I have to give you one now." he said, and handed me an acorn from his leafy outfit. I went to the drawer with the needles and thread in it to get a needle to make a hole in the acorn. When I got to the drawer and opened it, a small and furious ball of light dashed out and flew to me, and grabbed my hair, pulling and pinching! I protested very loudly (Actually, I was screaming in pain) and Peter flew over grabbed the firefly from hell, and cast it forcefully onto my bed. He motioned for me to come with him, and I proceeded with caution. At a closer look , I saw that what I had taken for Mighty Mouse's evil twin was actually a fairy - she was very beautiful. She was pointing at me and then doing spirited imitations of a dying person. Peter said with a shrug, "She says if you ever try to give me a thimble again, she'll kill you."
"That's just great; fairies are so charming." I muttered sarcastically. Peter said, "Well, I suppose I should be on my way. I'll see you some other time." and started to fly out the window.