Terence listened intently as Peter Pan recounted one of his daring escapades. “A shark’s tooth,” Peter declared with a hint of pride. “Pretty cool, right? I’m going to string it up and make myself a necklace.”
Tinker Bell, hovering nearby, chimed in, “The very first time I saw Peter, he was trying to swipe a shark’s tooth!”
“That’s absolutely right!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with the memory. “I’d made a bet with the Lost Boys that I could snatch a tooth from a real, live shark. So, I built myself a little raft out of birchwood and paddled out to sea…”
Terence could tell this was a well-worn tale, a favorite that Peter clearly enjoyed retelling.
“I’d just paddled past the reef,” Peter continued, his voice animated, “when suddenly, BAM! Something bumped the bottom of my raft.”
“The shark?” Terence asked, his curiosity piqued.
Peter nodded dramatically. “He was out hunting for his lunch. Little did he know, I was hunting for him too – or at least, his tooth!”
“And how exactly did you plan to get this tooth?” Terence inquired, leaning in to hear every detail of this Peter Pan And Tinkerbell origin story.
“My brilliant plan was to stun him with my oar, then grab a tooth while he was… well, stunned,” Peter explained, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “But, turns out, he was a bit bigger than I’d imagined. Before I even knew it, he’d chomped my little raft right in half! I was sinking fast, thinking this was the end of the line for Peter Pan, when all of a sudden, I heard this tiny jingling sound above me. I looked up, and there was Tinker Bell. And what did she yell down to me?”
“‘Fly, you silly boy!’” Tinker Bell and Peter shouted in unison, bursting into laughter at the shared memory of their first encounter.
“See, I had no clue how to fly,” Peter confessed to Terence. “So, right there and then, Tink taught me. She sprinkled me with fairy dust, and in a flash, I was soaring up into the air, completely out of the shark’s reach. Boy, was that shark ever angry!”
