Peter Pan’s Last Adventure (In Wonderland)

by Stacy Sorrells

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  As The Neverland grew closer, Peter became confused for a second time that evening. It was not uncommon for the The Neverland to change a bit each time Peter returned from the mainland. But when he approached it with Alice, The Neverland was nearly unrecognizable. Peter was surprised when he saw an odd collection of talking animals running in a circle near the shore. He was even more shocked when he realized he could understand them. Throughout the once nearly vacant island, there were tiny homes scattered about and pathways leading to each of them. Far away in the distance there was a new castle with garden full of red roses.

  Peter searched The Neverland for Wendy’s home but had a terrible time finding it amongst the new additions. He gave up and ventured towards the mermaid lagoon. When he arrived there he became frightened because the water had turned completely black. He flew high above the island and searched for Tiger Lily, but he was not a redskin and never learned how to track her. The most troubling thing for Peter was that there was not a single fairy waiting to greet him. Dread spread through him as he realized that without the fairies, he would never be able to fly again. He’d never return to the mainland to find Wendy. He looked down at Alice, still asleep in his arms. Without the faeries, she would be stuck in The Neverland with him, forever.

  “Alice, please wake up!” Peter gently shook her midair. As soon as her eyes opened she clung to Peter again, “We are here Alice, and this is The Neverland.”

  Alice stretched her neck around in order to better see the island below, “The Neverland? You are mistaken little captain Peter this looks very much like Wonderland.”

  “Wonderland? I don’t understand.”

  “Look just over there Peter, at that ridicules group of animals running in circles to get dry. All they need to do is to move away from the water. I ran that race earlier today and my prize was this,” She reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a thimble.

  “A kiss?” Peter questioned.

  “Oh Peter, have you already begun to go mad? This is a thimble.”

  “It is a kiss. Wendy gave me one just like it.”

  “Wendy sounds like a ridiculous sort of girl especially if she can’t tell the difference between thimble and a kiss; such nonsense.”

  “Then what is a kiss?” But before Alice could explain Peter spotted Wendy’s house and flew towards it.”