The whole group sat down to a feast. Peter sat at the head of the table with Wendy on his right. A big roasted turkey sat in the center of the table already carved. Stuffing was set around the steaming bird. Bowls of mashed potatoes sat close to pitchers of gravy. Yams and cranberries sat beside each other facing the salt and pepper. A big bowl of a nicely decorated salad was placed near the turkey.
Every plate was oozing food and every faced stuffed with joy. The young girls had cooked so the oldest could share secrets. Tink even popped in to see how Jade made out. She was now hiding from Peter's glare in her tiny house. The girls whispered to each other but never spoke louder than that. Wendy was lost in thought. It was Peter who was grinning from a surprise.
Dinner ended quickly and Adrianna went to wash dishes as the others ran for pillows and blankets to set up around the main room. Peter had a special chair with him made of bear skin. The head rest was the head of a bear. Wendy stood in the middle and watched Adrianna hurry in and plop next to Alice. Wiggles raised her hand.
"Can we hear a romance all Peter tells us is action?" The others chuckled and Wendy smiled.
"If he's been telling my stories then he's heard the ones I've told to my brothers." It was Jade who perked up.
"You live with boys?" All eyes widened as if they never lived with a boy before.
"Yes Michael and John, they would just love it here. Maybe Peter could bring them one day. You girls would just love them." There were whispers before Jackie spoke.
"What are they like?" Wendy began to pace and explain the boys she lived with every day of her life.
"John has black hair and round glasses. He is very smart and is about eleven. Michael has red-blonde hair and cute freckles. Even though he's eight he still has a teddy bear but it is very special to him. May I proceed with the story?" The girls wished to hear more but they all knew Peter was dying to hear the story. With a united nod from the group Wendy stood up straighter and began her tale.
"In the tallest tower sat a lonesome girl. She waited day and night to be freed from her chambers. Her father dreamed of her remaining his little princess forever. One night a paper air plane flew in the window and landed on her dresser where she was brushing her golden hair. She opened the plane to read the words of an admirer, 'Oh fair maiden, trapped and abandoned. Who has your key that I can steal? I'll take you far and wide. You'll no longer have to hide. For only you do I feel. My heart beats and my head pounds until you will rest in my arms. Your beauty radiates like the sun and even in the dark I see your love kissed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Oh fair maiden will you dance with me tonight?' The girl ran to the window and looked down bellow but no one was there." Wendy twirled around and made emotional faces throughout the story. She knew she had everyone's attention even Peter's. "To bed the girl went with a frustrated mind. When she awoke a balloon was bouncing around her room. A rose was tied to its string. On a petal was signed, 'To my love.' She hid the flower and took a heavy pillow. Using a marker she quickly wrote a note asking for the boy to reveal himself to her tomorrow. Dropping the pillow from the window, she hurried to get dressed. She even picked out a gown for tomorrow."
Wendy had snapped a pillow and pretended to write before dropping it on Peter's lap. Several laughed and the twins made an awe noise. He only looked up at her and grinned. His hand lifted to pull her down to him. She was now trapped in his arms. With a little giggle she continued. "That night before she rested to dream of the mystery man another plane arrived. This time it had a necklace taped to it. It was a silver chain with a red heart. On the paper was yet another poem, 'Cherish my heart as much as I adore you. I carved this to resemble my heart so you can wear it on yours. In hours this world will be ours. I won't greet you with a boo; but rather with a kiss. There will be no snakes to hiss, only stars to illuminate your face. Sweet dreams and good night I have nothing more to write.' She placed the letter next to the other one and fell asleep. That morning she awoke to soft music outside her window. Down bellow was a horse. A ladder was just beneath her window waiting." Wendy paused to see all the girls with wide eyes waiting to see who the boy was. She glanced to Peter who kissed her cheek urging her to continue. "Down she went just like the balloon had. She climbed upon the horse who took off immediately. It didn't stop until sun set. There she stood on the beach next to a roaring fire with a boy playing guitar and singing softly. His brown hair was short and his eyes matched with a glow. He rose to his feet lifting up a white rose. The girl took it gratefully as she eyed him. With a bow he raised his hand to take hers and they danced. The night was sealed with a kiss and they lived happily ever after." The girls clapped and Wendy rose as Peter announced bed time. Every girl climbed in their bed and Wendy pulled up their blankets or adjusted pillows before kissing each good night. Once every candle was blown out she returned to the main room where Peter was waiting. He extended his hand to hold hers. Pulling her close, he began to whisper, "I have a surprise. Come with me Wendy." All she had to do was nod.