“…watch them as they steal by in single file, each with his hand on his dagger.”
It seemed like Peter was abandoning his boys. Sure he hung around them most of the time but it seemed to them like he was drifting away. Sachet, naturally, tried to fill in for Peter whenever he wasn’t around, but, he just wasn’t as good as a leader as Peter was. He knew this too, even though he would never admit it.
Sachet sat in Peter’s chair with his chin cupped in his hand, trying to think of what Peter would do.
Curly and Copper were arguing over an incident that had happened the day before.
Tiny was arguing with himself.
Dodo was trying to paint a picture on one of the stone walls of the home under the ground.
Curly and Copper’s argument quickly turned into a fist fight but no one paid them any attention for fear of being pulled in to it.
Sachet finally had an idea. He stood up from Peter’s chair.
“All right boys, pay attention!” of course no one paid any attention.
“All right boys, pay attention!” he said a little louder. Still, Curly and Copper continued to fight, Dodo kept painting, and Tiny kept arguing with himself.
It was quite a chaotic scene, with everyone yelling or rolling around on the floor. Sachet stood up on Peter’s chair and yelled as loudly as he could,
“Boys, be quiet!” in fact he said this so loudly that the home shook a little. The boys stopped immediately, Curly, in mid-swing, said, “What’s got yer britches in a bunch?”
“Boys, I’ve decided somethin’,” Sachet said as he hopped down from the chair and started pacing around the small home, “We’ve got to do somethin’.”
“Like what?” Tiny asked.
“Well, I haven’t decided yet. All I’ve decided is that we need to do somethin’; somethin’ that’ll impress Peteh.”
Dodo cupped his chin in the palm of his hand, “Maybe we could…”
All the boys leaned in, listening closely to what he had to say, “We could paint him a picsha.”
“Aw nuts, Dodo! Peter wouldn’t be impressed by no picture!” Copper said, folding his arms across his chest.
“I’ve got an idea guys.” Tiny said. None of the others paid him any attention, being the youngest he usually had nothing good to say.
“We could go treasure hunting!” Copper suggested.
“Naw, we did that last week.” Curly said.
“Guys, I have a idea.” Tiny said, pulling on Sachet’s sleeve only to be pried away.
“We could kill a croc and bring it home for him!” Sachet said.
“That’s a good idea…but a bit risky. We’re really not good at croc huntin’” Curly said.
“You should know,” Copper teased, “You almost got eaten the last time!”
“I’ve got a idea guys!” Tiny cried desperately
“Oh be quiet! At least I tried to kill it and didn’t hide in the bushes like you!” Curly argued.
“I wasn’t hidin’! It wasn’t the right time to shoot at it!”
“Hello? Guys? I’ve got a idea!”
“Sure, ok.” Curly said sarcastically, “Coward.”
“Guys, guys!” Sachet said, holding back Copper, “This is no time to reflect on times past!”
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Neverland
Fanfiction"She crashed through the glass door into the courtyard and she ran to whatever had just fallen out of the sky as fast as she possibly could. When she got to it, she held her chest, gasping for air, trying to keep herself from passing out. For what l...
