The Story of Peter Pan and Petra Pepper

Something Unexpected Indeed...

As Tink and I reached 'London' we saw Peter perched on a cloud,watching as two adults left their home. I'm guessing it's her home. We waited for a bit and then Tink flew inside looking for Peter's shadow.

Peter was about to fly inside when I stopped him,

"I shall stay out here and wait until you come out."

He nodded and flew inside, I don't know how long I was waiting for them, all I knew is that I heard quite a ruckus and then silence. I guess that's the thing about Peter though, every bit of him, including his shadow, is mischievous. I looked inside the window and saw Peter trying to beat on the shadow to his foot with a rock. I rolled my eyes once more and sat back on the top of the window. I then heard Peter start crying, I was about to go inside and tell him that we could try a different method back home when I heard a voice.

The voice of a girl

"Boy, why are you crying?"

It was the storyteller! What do I do?! 

I sat there on the window, freaking out for ages while the storyteller, who had introduced herself as Wendy, spoke to Peter. As Peter was telling the gir--Wendy that he 'wasn't crying' she offered to...to...to sew it on!

I remember sewing from before Neverland, and honestly it being one of the only few things I do remember, it's not for a good reason. I remember being forced to sew in school, and being pricked by the dreaded needles. Now that was painful.

But then something dawned on me, if she were to sew it on, Peter would need that needle to enter his foot continuously...OW!

As I was coming to my realization, what she was going to do had already been done. Peter began hopping around the room happily, flinging his shadow around. Meanwhile, I still couldn't build up the courage to enter the home.

Next thing I knew, the Wendy girl was talking about how she was going to bed, and Peter... Peter was telling her everything about us, well the lost boys at least.  He began saying how girls were too clever to fall out of their prams, flattering Wendy.

I listened in on their conversation still as Wendy said,

"I should like... to give you... a, kiss."

Now I don't remember what a kiss was, but all I know is that we had been here long enough, and if we don't leave the girl may find a way to have us stay here. And that would not be good at all. But once again I could not build up the courage to go into the home and talk to Peter in this Wendy's presence.

He now began telling her of Tinkerbell and how they met, yet he still didn't speak a word of my existence, I couldn't help but wonder why.

The girl began saying that 

"There's no su..."

I knew exactly what she was going to say next.

TINK COULD DIE!

Before I knew it I had flown inside....

Looks like I found that courage.