Cherry Meets Peter Pan

chapter 11

Meanwhile, the Lost Boys, Darling Children, Peter, Atticus, and Nana were returning to the Lost Boy camp as they sang the Indian's song after the fun night they all shared together. Nana walked into the hideout, finding the party they went to was fun, but also a bit savage. She seemed to be more like a wild dog who lived on the streets than a prim and proper dog who was raised to help serve a family.

Wendy was sitting on a bed, waiting for her brothers, dog, and new friend to come back, she seemed rather impatient and unhappy with this adventure she had been forced to become apart of. The moment the Lost Boys, her brothers, and Nana arrived; she knew that Atticus and Peter would come in soon.

"Big Chief Flying Eagle and Prowling Wolf greet their braves." Peter and Atticus said, putting their hands up. "How."

The Lost Boys, Nana, John, and Michael bowed to their chiefs like true Indians. The only one not acting like an Indian was Wendy.

"Big Chiefs greet Little Mother," Peter came to Wendy's side with a cocky smile. "How."

Wendy glanced at him and turned away, really fed up right now. "Ugh."

"Hey, Wendy, you okay?" Atticus asked.

Wendy was not okay.

"What's gotten into her?" Peter frowned at Wendy's new behavior change.

"I don't know, maybe we did something to make her upset." Atticus said.

"Wendy, is that all you have to say?" Peter frowned.

"Ever since you left the party, you haven't spoken a word; did me and Peter do something wrong?" Atticus asked.

"Besides, everybody else thinks we're wonderful." Peter grew boastful.

"Especially Tigerlily." Wendy grumbled.

"Tigerlily?" Atticus and Peter asked. This was confusing to them both, what did Tigerlily have to do with this?

"John! Michael!" Wendy called to her brothers who were still acting like a couple of Indians. "Take off that war paint and get ready for bed."

"Bed?" John frowned.

"Brave no sleep," Michael replied. "Go for days without sleeping."

"Agreed." Nana nodded.

"But we're going home in the morning." Wendy told her family.

"Home?" the younger boys and dog asked.

"Oh, Wendy, we don't want to go home." Michael said to his big sister.

"But we have to." Wendy reminded them.

"Why?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, why do we need to go home?" Atticus asked.

"No go home," Peter demanded. "Stay many moons, have a heap big time."

"Now, Peter, let's stop pretending and be practical." Wendy told the elf boy.

"Chief Flying Eagle has spoken." Peter ignored her.

"Besides Wendy, here, we don't have to grow up; we can stay kids for the rest of our lives." Atticus smiled.

"Oh, please," Wendy tried to grow sensible. "Do you want to stay here and grow up like... Like savages?"

"Of course." Michael smiled at that idea.

"But, you can't, you need a mother," Wendy said, then started to feel instantly homesick. "We all do..."

"What's a mother?" Michael asked.