Slick and Friendly listened closely as Peter explained the rules of being a Lost Boy. "First off," Peter declared grandly, "nobody can dress the way I do. You have to wear furs. Two, don't take an adventure unless I say you can. Accidental adventures are the only exemption. Three, Lost Boys do not know things that I do not. Four, the topic of mothers is forbidden."

Slick asked, "What are mothers?"

Peter replied, "Something you can't talk about. Come on!" He turned around and started walking away. The siblings stood up, running after him.

"Wait! You haven't told us who you are," Friendly called.

Peter turned around so quickly that Slick almost ran into him. "I'm sorry," Peter said, ginning widely, "The name is Peter. Peter Pan. That's Tinker Bell, but I call her Tink." He pointed to the white light.

The trio resumed their walking, going deeper into Neverland. Soon they were surrounded by trees. Their leaved created a wonders mixture of greens as the sun filtered through. Moss crawled up the brown trunks. All the trees were large, yet one was much bigger than the others.

Peter stopped in front of that huge tree. "Look up," he instructed the Lost Boys, "What do you see?"

They stared up into the branches. It didn't seem like there was anything unusual about it besides its size. Yet, if one was to look high up in the boughs, a little to the left of the trunk, they would see a vine ladder going up to a little house. The house was made of red branches and a moss roof, just as it had always been.

Peter flew up to the house with ease. He indicated that the Lost Boys were to climb the tree, as the ladder did not go up all the way. Slick was the first to try to get to the house. They had different ideas on the proper method to get up, but both methods were incorrect. By the time they reached the door their feet were bleeding.

Friendly gasped, "Oh! How lovely!"

The inside of the house was about as neat as you would expect a boy to have - not perfect, but livable. There were clothes and blankets on a bed of leaves. A simple table was in the middle of the house, with two chairs. A fireplace stood crackling joyfully in one corner. Every window was bordered with a pair of yellow leaf curtains.

Tinker Bell's apartment was close to the Tree House, in a hole in the tree's trunk. It had a curtain that she kept closed when changing her clothes. This was mainly out of habit, though, as it was difficult to see in. She had salvaged her Puss-in-Boots mirror and a couple of the rugs from the Underground Home. She now had a fine Poppy Grove bed (she called it a couch). Her washstand and dressing table were made by the famous designers Rod Wood and Flint Spark. A wardrobe from the best period of Charming the Sixth had replaced her chest-of-drawers. I believe that no other lady could have had such an exquisite dwelling.

Tinker Bell landed into the apartment; Slick's eyes tried to follow. Peter was searching through his clothes. Eventually, he put together four shirt and pants combinations for the Lost Boys to try.

Once the clothes were fitted, Peter got set on making supper. He'd caught a wild hog the day before. That meat was cut up and put in the pot, followed by some herbs and beans. This simple mixture was poured into wooden bowls. As there were no utensils, everybody ate directly out of their bowl.

Neverland reached out its arms, beginning to draw a raincloud curtain over the sky's fading light. The Lost Boys pushed the table off to the side, stacking the chairs on top. They put a blanket on the floor to sleep on, as there was only room for Peter in the bed. They closed their eyes just as a moon peeked into the room.

Thus ended the first night on Neverland.

Author's Notes: Sorry about this being so late. I was really busy.

TROPERS! I would like your evaluation to consider this story for a fanwork page there. That would be great.