10 Peter Pan - Read By Stephanie Poppins

Peter Pan, written by J.M. Barrie, is a classic children's novel first published in the early 20th century. The story revolves around the beloved character Peter Pan and follows his adventures in the fantastical Neverland, along with a young girl named Wendy Darling and her brothers, John and Michael.

In this episode, there are worries over Wendy.

Transcript

Welcome to Sleep Stories with Steph,

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Chapter 6 The Little House Foolish two dolls were standing like a conqueror over Wendy's body when the other boys sprang armed from their trees.

You're too late,

He cried proudly.

I've shot the Wendy.

Peter will be so pleased with me.

Overhead Tinkerbell shouted,

Silly us,

And darted into hiding.

The others did not hear her.

They crowded round Wendy and as they looked,

A terrible silence fell upon the wood.

If Wendy's heart had been beating,

They would all have heard it.

Slighty was the first to speak.

This is no bird,

He said in a scared voice.

I think it must be a lady.

A lady?

Said two dolls.

And we've killed her,

Nibs said hoarsely.

They all whipped off their caps.

Now I see,

Curly said,

Peter was bringing her to us.

He threw himself sorrowfully on the ground.

A lady to take care of us at last,

Said one of the twins,

And you've killed her.

They were all sorry for him,

But sorrier for themselves.

And when he took a step nearer,

They turned away.

Tootle's face was very white,

But there was a dignity about him now he'd never had before.

I did it,

He said,

Reflecting.

When ladies used to come to me in dreams,

I said,

Pretty Mother,

But when at last she really came,

I was the one who shot her.

He moved slowly away.

Don't go,

They all called in pity.

I must,

He answered,

Shaking,

I'm so afraid of Peter.

It was at this tragic moment they heard a sound which made the heart of every one of them rise to its mouth.

It was Peter's crow.

Peter,

They cried.

Hide her,

They whispered.

But Tootle stood aloof.

Again came the ringing crow and Peter dropped down in front of them.

Greeting,

Boys,

He cried.

And then there was silence.

I'm back.

Why do you not cheer,

He said hotly.

They opened their mouths,

But the cheers would not come.

He overlooked it in his haste to tell the glorious tidings.

Great news,

Boys,

He cried,

I brought at last a mother for you all.

Still no sound,

Except a little thud from Tootle's as he dropped on his knees.

Have you not seen her?

Asked Peter.

She flew this way.

Oh,

Me,

Said one voice,

And another.

Oh,

Mournful day.

Peter,

He said quietly.

I will show her to you.

They all stood back and let Peter see.

She's dead,

He said uncomfortably.

Perhaps she's frightened at being dead.

Peter thought of hopping off in a comic sort of way till he was out of sight,

And then never going near the spot any more.

But there was the arrow.

He took it from her heart and faced his band.

Whose arrow is this?

He demanded.

Mine,

Peter,

Said Tootle's.

Dust at hand,

Peter said.

He raised the arrow to use it as a dagger,

And Tootle's did not flinch.

He just bared his breast.

Strike,

He said firmly,

Strike true.

Twice did Peter raise the arrow,

And twice did his hand fall.

I cannot strike.

There's always something that stays my hand.

All looked at him in wonder,

Save Nibs,

Who fortunately looked at Wendy.

It is she,

He cried,

The Wendy lady,

See,

Her arm.

She lives,

Peter said briefly.

The Wendy lady lives.

He knelt beside her and found his button.

You remember she put it on a chain she wore round her neck.

See,

He said,

The arrow struck against this.

That's the kiss I gave her.

It saved her life.

I remember kisses,

Slightly interposed.

Let me see it.

Peter did not hear him.

He was too busy begging Wendy to get better quickly,

So he could show her the mermaids.

Of course she could not answer yet.

She was in such a frightful faint.

But from overhead came a wailing note.

Listen to Tink,

Said Curly.

She's crying because the Wendy lives.

They had to tell Peter of Tink's crying,

And almost never had they seen him look so stern.

Listen,

Tinkerbell,

Peter cried.

I am your friend no more.

Be gone from me forever.

At this she flew onto his shoulder and pleaded,

But he brushed her off.

Not until Wendy again raised her arm did he relent.

Well,

Not forever then,

But for a whole week.

Do you think Tinkerbell was grateful to Wendy for raising her arm?

No,

She never wanted to pinch her so much.

Fairies are very strange,

And Peter,

Who understood them best,

Often told them off.

But what should he do with Wendy in her present delicate state of health?

Let's carry her down into the house,

Curly suggested.

No,

Peter said,

You must not touch her.

It wouldn't be respectful.

That,

Said Slighty,

Is what I was thinking.

But if she lies there,

Sir Tootle,

She'll die.

Aye,

She will die,

Slightly admitted,

But there's no way out now.

Yes,

There is,

Cried Peter.

Let's build a little house around her.

Bring me,

Each of you,

The best of what we have.

Gut out our house and be sharp.

In a moment they were all as busy as tailors the night before a wedding.

They scurried this way and that,

Down for bedding,

Up for firewood,

And while they were at it,

Who should appear but John and Michael?

As they dragged along the ground they fell asleep,

Standing,

Then they stopped,

Woke up and moved another step and slept again.

John,

Michael would cry,

Wake up John,

Where's Nana and Mother?

And then John would rub his eyes and mutter,

It is true,

We did fly.

You may be very sure they were relieved to find Peter.

Hello,

They said.

Hello,

Replied Peter amicably,

Although he had quite forgotten them.

He was very busy at the moment measuring Wendy with his feet to see how large a house she would need.

Of course he meant to leave room for chairs and a table too.

Is Wendy asleep?

John and Michael asked.

Yes.

Let's wake her and get her to make some supper for us,

They said.

But then some of the other boys rushed in,

Carrying branches for the building of the house.

Build a house,

Exclaimed John.

For the Wendy,

Said Kearney.

Why,

She's only a girl,

Said John aghast.

That,

Explained Kearney,

Is why we are her servants.

You,

Wendy's servants?

Yes,

Said Peter,

And so to you also.

Now away with them.

And the astounded brothers were dragged away to hack and who and carry.

Chairs and a fender first,

Peter ordered,

Then we'll build a house.

Aye,

Said Slightly,

That is how a house is built.

It all comes back to me now.

Peter had thought of everything.

And Slightly,

He said,

Make sure you bring a doctor.

Will do,

Said Slightly.

After some time,

The house was built and Wendy slept soundly.

Then at last the door opened and a lady came out.

It was Wendy.

They whipped off their hats and she looked properly surprised.

Where am I,

She said.

Wendy,

Lady,

Said Slightly,

The first to get his word in.

We built this house for you.

Say you're pleased,

Cried Nibs.

Lovely darling house,

Said Wendy.

They were the very words they hoped she would say.

And we are your children,

Cried the twins.

Can you be our mother?

Ought I,

Said Wendy.

Of course,

It's frightfully fascinating,

But you see,

I'm only a little girl myself.

I have no real experience.

That doesn't matter,

Said Peter,

As if he were the only person present who knew all about it.

What we really need is a nice motherly person.

Ah,

Said Wendy,

Well,

I feel that is exactly what I am.

It is,

It is,

They all cried.

We saw it at once.

Very well then,

She said.

I will do my best.

Now come inside at once,

You naughty children.

I'm sure your feet are damp.

And before I put you all to bed,

I have just time to finish the story of Cinderella.

And in they all went.

I don't know how there was room for them,

But you can squeeze very tight in the Neverland.

And that was the first of the many joyous evenings they had with Wendy.

She tucked them up in the great bed in the home under the trees,

But she herself slept that night in the little house.

And Peter kept watch outside with a drawn sword,

For the pirates could be heard carousing far away,

And the wolves were on the prowl.

Any of the other boys obstructing the fairy path at night would have been mischiefed,

But they just tweaked Peter's nose and passed on.

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😘👌🏼Purrfect, Stephanie Thakyou so much. From Léna en my puur babies 🐈‍⬛🐆🦘🐨🇦🇺