I won't forget when Peter Pancame to my house, took my handI said I was a boy, I'm glad he didn't check.

And when he came to the tower, he took them from their hand, and bestowed them in the house: and he let the men go, and they departed.

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!

Shoot the Wendybird!

[Peter Pan] has never broken his terrible habit of eavesdropping. So, maybe that wasn't the rustle of pages you heard while this story lasted, but Peter Pan himself, listening in. In exchanged for a story of yours, he might show you his most prized possession: James Hooks' map of Neverland.

In exchange for a smile, he may show you Neverland itself.

Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time...