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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis

DING DONG! Mungo opened the door. It was Andy. He was dressed like one of the Lost Boys from the book, Peter Pan, by Sir James M. Barrie. "Look at you," Mungo said. "You~ez_rsquo~re a Lost Boy!"

"You~ez_rsquo~re dressed like Captain Hook," Andy giggled. "I like your pirate costume." Mungo looked like a real pirate, with a fake hook for his hand, a patch on his eye, a black hat, long cape and all the other trimmings. He~ez_rsquo~d even donned a fake mustache, just like Captain Hooks.

Andy went inside. Mungo had covered the walls with pictures of the Peter Pan characters.

DING DONG! "Hello, wee Fiona and Gavin. Look at the two of you. We~ez_rsquo~ve got Wendy and Smee here. I love your costumes. You look just like Smee with your black and white striped shirt and neckerchief, Gavin. Wendy, I mean, wee Fiona, come inside." The two bairns went into the living room and saw Andy and all the pictures on the walls.

DING DONG! "I wonder who~ez_rsquo~ll be at the door this time?" Mungo asked, laughing. "Oh my, it~ez_rsquo~s Tinkerbell! How are you doing tonight, Morag? Your costume is delightful. Did you fly over?" he joked.

"Mr. McGee? Of course I didn~ez_rsquo~t fly. I~ez_rsquo~m not really Tinkerbell," she giggled. She had a pale greenish-blue outfit with pretend wings on and sparkles all over her face, arms and hair.

"Go inside and see the others. Wendy, Smee and a Lost Boy are already here." He shut the door and smiled at the bairns. DING DONG! Mungo opened the door. "Peter Pan. I wondered if you were going to show up. Come in, Gregor. Look everyone, Peter Pan showed up." All the bairns were excited and looking at each other~ez_rsquo~s costumes.

DING DONG! "Let~ez_rsquo~s see, we~ez_rsquo~ve got Peter Pan, Smee, Wendy, a Lost Boy and Tinkerbell. I wonder who wee Hamish will be dressed as." Mungo opened the door. "Ah, we~ez_rsquo~ve got Wendy~ez_rsquo~s wee brother, John. You~ez_rsquo~re even wearing your pajamas, just like he did in the book. Come in, wee Hamish."

Wee Hamish ran inside. "I love your costume, Mr. McGee. You look just like Captain Hook," he said.

"Bairns, we~ez_rsquo~ve got everyone here; well, almost everyone in the book, Peter Pan. Do you know who wrote Peter Pan?" he asked.

"I don~ez_rsquo~t," said wee Fiona.

"I don~ez_rsquo~t either," said Andy.

"It was a man named Sir James Matthew Barrie. Tonight we~ez_rsquo~re going to celebrate his work, Peter Pan. Sir James was born right here in Scotland. His father was a weaver. He worked very hard."

"What~ez_rsquo~s a weaver?" asked wee Hamish.

"He made cloth. He worked with threads and a loom and made cloth so the people could have clothes to wear," Mungo explained.

"Oh, I see," responded wee Hamish.

"His father was gone a lot, working very hard, so James spent most of his time with his mum. If you read his other books, you~ez_rsquo~ll see that he quite often mentions mums in the book. He loved his mum very much. James Barrie wasn~ez_rsquo~t a big, tall man. He was a short man. He wasn~ez_rsquo~t like the other men. He was very small and because of that, he spent a lot of time speaking to children, even when he was an adult. Tonight we are going to have a feast and then talk about the story, Peter Pan. Let~ez_rsquo~s go in and eat now," Mungo said.

The bairns found bowls filled with caramel popcorn, thick, gooey, fudge brownies covered with milk chocolate frosting and nuts, all sorts of sweeties and even some crackers and cheese. "I~ez_rsquo~ll bet that the Lost Boys would have loved some of this food," Andy said, stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

"Be careful not to get anything sticky on your outfit, Tinkerbell," Gavin mocked.

"Oh, I~ez_rsquo~ll be careful, Smee. Thank you," she answered. "It~ez_rsquo~s nice of you to care so much about a fairy." She smiled at him and even winked.

Gavin shook his head. "Mr. McGee, will you tell us a bit about Peter Pan now?"

"Gather round, bairns and we~ez_rsquo~ll begin. There were some children, Wendy, Michael, and John. Their last name was Darling," Mungo began.

"Darling? That~ez_rsquo~s a funny last name. Michael Darling, John Darling," Gregor said, laughing at wee Hamish.

"Stop that! My last name isn~ez_rsquo~t really Darling, is it Mr. McGee?" he whined.

"Gregor, stop teasing wee Hamish. Peter Pan visited the Darling~ez_rsquo~s house and taught Wendy, Michael and John how to fly. They flew out of their bedroom window in the night and went to Neverland, which is where Peter Pan lived. Peter Pan thought it was fun to always be a boy. He didn~ez_rsquo~t want to grow up, ever."

"Sometimes I don~ez_rsquo~t want to grow up," Andy said.

"Why not? It~ez_rsquo~s fun to be grown up. There are a lot of things grown ups can do that bairns cant," Mungo explained.

"I want to grow up," said Morag. "Then I can kiss boys."

The other bairns laughed, all except Gavin.

"Peter Pan didn~ez_rsquo~t want to grow up, not ever. When he took the Darling children to Neverland, they met the mean, Captain Hook," Mungo said.

"You~ez_rsquo~re not really a pirate, are you Mr. McGee?" asked wee Fiona.

"I~ez_rsquo~m just dressed in costume, like you all are. When they went to Neverland, they met the Lost Boys." Mungo pointed to Andy. "They dressed just like Andy is dressed. The Lost Boys were mischievous chaps. They helped Peter and the gang to fight Captain Hook."

"What about the Indians? Weren~ez_rsquo~t there Indians in that story?" asked Morag. "And what about Tinkerbell?"

"Tinkerbell was Peter Pan~ez_rsquo~s best friend. She was a fairy, yes. She didn~ez_rsquo~t like Wendy. She thought Peter Pan liked Wendy more than he liked her and she got very jealous and did some things that weren~ez_rsquo~t so nice. Yes, there was a group of Indians. One of them was called Tiger Lily. She was a brave Indian and she helped them too. You can go home and ask your mums and dads to take you to the library and check out the book Peter Pan. You can also read other books by Sir James Barrie," Mungo said.

"What are some other books? Have we heard of them?" asked Gavin.

"I don~ez_rsquo~t know if you~ez_rsquo~d know any of his other books. One of them is called, Better Dead. I also wrote poetry too. For now, I~ez_rsquo~d stick with Peter Pan. I~ez_rsquo~ll mention this though, if you ever get to London, there is a statue of Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, which is a large park. You must go and see it if you ever get the chance."

"I~ez_rsquo~ve been to London," boasted Gregor.

"I~ez_rsquo~ve been there too, Mr. McGee, but I was a baby," Morag said.

"I hope you~ez_rsquo~ve learned a little bit more about Peter Pan. Go and look at the pictures on the wall. You~ez_rsquo~re mums and dads will be here soon to pick you up."

DING DONG! Gregor opened the door. "Time to go now. Good-bye Captain Hook. Thank you," he called and left. Soon the others followed. Tinkerbell was last to leave.

Ginger, who had been hiding under the couch, came crawling out. Mungo rarely had to put her in the bedroom. She knew to stay out of the way when the bairns came.

"There you are, Ginger," Mungo said. Ginger looked up at him. She wasn~ez_rsquo~t sure who he was as he was still in his Captain Hook costume. "Sorry, girl," Mungo said, removing the eye patch, mustache, and hat. "It~ez_rsquo~s only me," he laughed. Ginger ran to him and they both fell on the couch. "It was a grand night again tonight," he told her, petting her ears.

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