Peter rushed back to the home with speed he never knew he had. A giant fish
rested beneath his arm. Fathers had to provide for their families no matter
how excited they might be. He slide down the chute letting out the happiest
crow anyone on the island had ever head.
"Father's home! Father's home!" cheered the boys as they scrambled around in excitement. Peter flew out of the chute and landed firmly on his feet. Peter handed his catch to Mags.
"Take this to mother." He said firmly. Mags ran with the fish from the room. "Do you wish to hear a story boys?" Peter asked with a grin only he could achieve. A boyish yet mature smile that let everyone know the mischief that lied in his mind.
"Aye!" the boys shouted as they hurried to get seated on the ground before Peter.
"Tis a love story." Peter said.
"Oh not a love story father." Grumbled Pib.
"Aye yes a love story is suitable for tonight." Moria said as she entered from the kitchen. "I'd like to listen to father if you don't mind my intrusion." She said.
"No..." Peter said smiling. "No intrusion at all." He said.
She smiled in return a most glorious smile. It seemed to radiate all the joy that passed between the young couple. The love was purely visible in their eyes.
Yet the Lost Boys did not see it. They were not schooled in the ways of love. They knew not what it felt like or how it came to be.
Yet neither did Peter or Moria. They merely knew that what they felt was love. And that is what they left it at.
"Go on with the story father." Whirly said very politely. Peter smiled at him and cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time there was a boy." He began. Each Lost Boy perked up. They loved stories where the lead character was a boy. "This boy was once the most magical boy in all the world. Or so he thought."
Moria smiled and listened intently as Peter told his story to the naive boys. They did not know that all in the story was true and she did not care about the slight embellishments that Peter put in at appropriate points in the story.
"Father's home! Father's home!" cheered the boys as they scrambled around in excitement. Peter flew out of the chute and landed firmly on his feet. Peter handed his catch to Mags.
"Take this to mother." He said firmly. Mags ran with the fish from the room. "Do you wish to hear a story boys?" Peter asked with a grin only he could achieve. A boyish yet mature smile that let everyone know the mischief that lied in his mind.
"Aye!" the boys shouted as they hurried to get seated on the ground before Peter.
"Tis a love story." Peter said.
"Oh not a love story father." Grumbled Pib.
"Aye yes a love story is suitable for tonight." Moria said as she entered from the kitchen. "I'd like to listen to father if you don't mind my intrusion." She said.
"No..." Peter said smiling. "No intrusion at all." He said.
She smiled in return a most glorious smile. It seemed to radiate all the joy that passed between the young couple. The love was purely visible in their eyes.
Yet the Lost Boys did not see it. They were not schooled in the ways of love. They knew not what it felt like or how it came to be.
Yet neither did Peter or Moria. They merely knew that what they felt was love. And that is what they left it at.
"Go on with the story father." Whirly said very politely. Peter smiled at him and cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time there was a boy." He began. Each Lost Boy perked up. They loved stories where the lead character was a boy. "This boy was once the most magical boy in all the world. Or so he thought."
Moria smiled and listened intently as Peter told his story to the naive boys. They did not know that all in the story was true and she did not care about the slight embellishments that Peter put in at appropriate points in the story.