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. "Youíre a
"Youíre 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. Heíd 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. Weíve 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 whoíll
be at the door this time?" Mungo asked, laughing. "Oh my, itís Tinkerbell!
How are you doing tonight, Morag? Your costume is delightful. Did you fly
over?" he joked.
"Mr. McGee? Of course I
didnít fly. Iím 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
DING DONG! "Letís see,
weíve got Peter Pan, Smee, Wendy, a Lost Boy and Tinkerbell. I wonder who
wee Hamish will be dressed as." Mungo opened the door. "Ah, weíve got
Wendyís wee brother, John. Youíre 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, weíve got everyone
here; well, almost everyone in the book, Peter Pan. Do you know who wrote
Peter Pan?" he asked.
"I donít," said wee Fiona.
"I donít either," said
"It was a man named Sir
James Matthew Barrie. Tonight weíre going to celebrate his work, Peter
Pan. Sir James was born right here in Scotland. His father was a weaver.
He worked very hard."
"Whatís a weaver?" asked
"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
"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, youíll see that he quite often mentions mums in the
book. He loved his mum very much. James Barrie wasnít a big, tall man. He
was a short man. He wasnít 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. Letís 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. "Iíll 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, Iíll be careful, Smee.
Thank you," she answered. "Itís 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
weíll begin. There were some children, Wendy, Michael, and John. Their
last name was Darling," Mungo began.
"Darling? Thatís a funny
last name. Michael Darling, John Darling," Gregor said, laughing at wee
"Stop that! My last name
isnít really Darling, is it Mr. McGee?" he whined.
"Gregor, stop teasing wee
Hamish. Peter Pan visited the Darlingís 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 didnít want to grow up, ever."
"Sometimes I donít want to
grow up," Andy said.
"Why not? Itís fun to be
grown up. There are a lot of things grown ups can do that bairns cant,"
"I want to grow up," said
Morag. "Then I can kiss boys."
The other bairns laughed,
all except Gavin.
"Peter Pan didnít want to
grow up, not ever. When he took the Darling children to Neverland, they
met the mean, Captain Hook," Mungo said.
"Youíre not really a
pirate, are you Mr. McGee?" asked wee Fiona.
"Iím 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
"What about the Indians?
Werenít there Indians in that story?" asked Morag. "And what about
"Tinkerbell was Peter Panís
best friend. She was a fairy, yes. She didnít like Wendy. She thought
Peter Pan liked Wendy more than he liked her and she got very jealous and
did some things that werenít 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 donít know if youíd know
any of his other books. One of them is called, Better Dead. I also wrote
poetry too. For now, Iíd stick with Peter Pan. Iíll 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
"Iíve been to London,"
"Iíve been there too, Mr.
McGee, but I was a baby," Morag said.
"I hope youíve learned a
little bit more about Peter Pan. Go and look at the pictures on the wall.
Youíre 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 wasnít sure who he was as he was
still in his Captain Hook costume. "Sorry, girl," Mungo said, removing the
eye patch, mustache, and hat. "Itís 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.