Michael:
Are we there yet?
Wendy: I’m
sure it won’t be long, Michael.
Peter: Keep
going gang! Not long now!
John: He
said that half an hour ago
Wendy:
John! Manners. Peter – just how much further is it to Neverland?
Peter:
Well, to be honest, Wendy – I would have thought we’d be there by now
John: Told
you.
Wendy:
John!
Peter: I
can’t understand it. Second star on the right and straight on until morning. It’s
simple.
Wendy: A
star?!? You mean all this time we’ve been following a star?
Peter: Of
course.
Wendy: But,
Peter – there’s such a lot of cloud cover tonight. How could even see a star?
Peter: How
could I not, Wendy. It was right there. Blinking away at us.
Wendy:
Blinking? Oh, Peter – that wasn’t a star – it was an aeroplane.
Peter: A what?
Wendy: No
wonder it was taking so long.
John: I
knew he didn’t know where he was going
Peter: I
don’t understand – what is an aeroplane?
Wendy: It’s
a big metal machine that flies people across the world.
Peter:
Really? How many people does it fly?
Wendy: Oh, I
don’t know. Dozens I imagine
Peter: Wow!
That must use a lot of pixie dust!
John: It
doesn’t use pixie dust.
Peter:
Well, that’s very inconsiderate! They’re in danger of putting the fairies out
of business. Next you’ll be telling me it doesn’t require happy thoughts.
John: It
doesn’t. Quite unhappy thoughts usually.
Peter: So if there's no magic involved - and no happy thoughts - why would people want to use it?
John: Who can say. It still seems remarkably popular though.
Michael: Wendy, are we still going to Neverland?
Wendy: Good point, Michael. Peter, may I ask exactly what you plan to do now?
Peter: Hmm.
I don’t suppose you’d settle for Northumberland?
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