#peterwecanfly

Rapunzel paddled down the river slowly.  She was eager to explore what was down the river.  As she went around the river bend, she saw rapids up ahead.  Rapunzel shrieked and tried to get ahold of the boat as it started rocking back and forth at an alarming rate. She lost her balance and toppled into the river.

London surprised Edward immensely. He'd heard of the place from Giselle, she'd never been herself, but she described it as a very lovely place, where people sat around drinking tea and spoke very strangely. She was right and wrong. He didn't see that much tea drinking, but the people did speak quite strangely. Some people spoke as if they had a bee stuck up their noses, and there were also people who babbled on in some strange language similar to his own.

He'd never expected to go there himself, but then again he'd never expected Narissa to have multiple portals lying around the gardens. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, one second he was singing in the gardens, the next he was somewhere else. At first he thought that he was in New York again, the city was strange anyway, but, with the help of a few signs that clearly stated LONDON, he soon worked out that it definitely wasn't New York.

Edward thought of London as a cross between New York and Andalasia. It was just as busy as New York, but at least the locals were politer. He bowed to some people, and they returned the gesture, though they did seem a bit confused about it. Still, Edward found London incredibly dull. It was slower than New York, and much less colorful  People still gave him strange looks as he walked past, but he wasn't shouted at here, it almost made him miss New York.

Bernard nodded along with every sentence that came out of Wendy's mouth. He understood how ridiculous it sounded. Heck, he was probably even the metaphorical 'skeptic among the scholars' at the Pole. But this was just one of those things that he naturally needed to faith that kids still believed in. His brows were knit thinking of a way to "prove" it to her, though, aside from his appearance, he physically had no way of doing.

"I'm... older than I look," Bernard answered giving a half-smile. He saw Wendy's arms crossed and knew that there was no fooling a girl like this. He looked her in the eye and then rolled his own, as to say Why not? He crossed his arms to match hers and finally tried to give a straight answer in a hushed tone.

Wendy was having a bit of an off day so she slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake Michael and John, and placed herself by the window. Slowly she opened it and a cool breeze flowed behind the glass and into the room. A sigh left her lips as she stared at the second star to the right. "Oh Peter," She whispered to herself, "When will you be back?"

Peter had been having a perfectly boring day. Hook was locked in his quarters on the Jolly Roger, probably up to something, but out of Pan's reach, and he was supposed to be finding the lost boys in their game of hide and seek, but you can only play so many rounds before boredom hits. So he swung on his hammock and played on his flute instead. They'd get the hint eventually.

Oh hello miss Cinderella! Charming’s gone? Oh dear, i’m sorry. Oh sure! I have tons of stories, i’ll tell the one with Peter and ol’ Hook!

Wendy sat and crossed her legs, flattening any wrinkles in her dress.

So it was a dark and stormy night. The last lost boy had just gone to bed when Peter heard a thump in the water. Looking out the top of Hangman’s tree he could see a silver hook appearing from the bushes. He flew out of the tree hoping Hook wouldn’t see their hideout and cooed as loud as he could. Hook then ran towards Peter, gun in hand. They made it out to the water when Hook held his hand out with the gun. Peter then slashed it with his dagger and threw it to the crocodile, only to celebrate his victory was it that he looked over to shore to see all of the lost boys and tink cheering!

Wendy giggled some.

Oh silly ol’ Hook

"Oh yes, he's away gone on a very important trip, but I know he'll be back soon. Not to worry." Cinderella sat on the ground near Wendy; her legs neatly tucked to the side. She looked at Wendy with anticipation. She couldn't wait to hear the story!

Cinderella listened intently as Wendy spoke. Her eyes grew wide as Hook pulled out a gun. But as always Peter saved the day, just as she knew he would. 

Ariel was swimming around on the surface again. It seemed as though she did this more and more lately. She couldn't help herself though. Atlantica just wasn't as interesting as the human world. Ariel was even starting to make a few human friends. Of course, her father hadn't the slightest clue. Ariel couldn't imagine the horror if daddy ever did find out. She would be in so much trouble.

The thought of the possible consequences didn't deter Ariel though. Not one bit. As she sprang above the water, she could feel the warm sun beating down on her shoulders. She deeply inhaled the scent of the summer breeze. What a perfect day it was. Not a cloud in the sky.