Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

I Do Loathe Explanations.

He Was So Full Of Wrath Against Grown-ups, Who As Usual, Were Spoiling Everything, That As Soon As He Got Inside His Tree He Breathed Intentionally Quick Short Breaths At The Rate Of About Five To A Second. He Did This Because There Is A Saying In The Neverland, That Everytime You Breathe, A Grown-up Dies; And Peter Was Killing Them Of Vindictively As Fast As Possible.

She Was A Lovely Lady, With A Romantic Mind And Such A Sweet Mocking Mouth. Her Romantic Mind Was Like The Tiny Boxes, One Within The Other, That Come From The Puzzling East, However Many You Discover There Is Always One More; And Her Sweet Mocking Mouth Had One Kiss On It That Wendy Could Never Get, Though There It Was, Perfectly Conspicuous In The Right-hand Corner.

It Was Then That Hook Bit Him. Not The Pain Of This But Its Unfairness Was What Dazed Peter. It Made Him Quite Helpless. He Could Only Stare, Horrified. Every Child Is Affected Thus The First Time He Is Treated Unfairly. All He Thinks He Has A Right To When He Comes To You To Be Yours Is Fairness. After You Have Been Unfair To Him He Will Love You Again, But He Will Never Afterwards Be Quite The Same Boy. No One Ever Gets Over The First Unfairness; No One Except Peter.

Tink Was Not All Bad: Or, Rather, She Was All Bad Just Now, But, On The Other Hand, Sometimes She Was All Good. Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time. They Are, However, Allowed To Change, Only It Must Be A Complete Change.