Of Paint and Paste
Who: Peter Pan and Open
When: After his bannister sliding
Where: Art room... hallway... ending up in the lounge
What: Peter Pan finds paste and paint. Need I say more?
Peter Pan almost slammed shut the door the second he peered inside. The room was full of books. Books1 Books were boring. But before he could quite manage to slam the door shut, he saw another door on the other side of the room. And that was interesting.
The small boy made his way across the library, not bothering to be quiet. His feet left muddy prints on the carpets, and his outfit dropped a few leaves as he'd not yet been forced into proper clothing by one of the many adults in this place.
Being a boy of incredible imagination, Peter came up with all sorts of rooms behind the mysterious door. Perhaps there was a thieve's cave full of treasure. Or maybe a pirate ship! If he was really lucky, there'd be a fairy's grotto and he could get some fairy dust.
The other side of the door held large pieces of paper. He made his way in disappointed and took a look around. A small white container stood in the middle of a counter. He unscrewed the top and pulled out a brush coated in something white and sticky. Having never seen paste before, Peter was naturally flummoxed. He took a sniff. It smelled OK. Cautiously, he tasted it. Quite delicious. And Peter was hungry. Food didn't appear when he imagined it here. He ate with relish as he continued his search. There were also some tubes that squirted bright colors when he squeezed them. They didn't smell so yummy, so he kept them away from his mouth... but boy were they messy.
Within the hour, bright red hand prints led out of the art room, down the hall, and into the lounge accompanied by green and yellow footprints. Anyone following them would find a little boy covered in paint, sitting happily on the floor eating straight out of a paste container.
When: After his bannister sliding
Where: Art room... hallway... ending up in the lounge
What: Peter Pan finds paste and paint. Need I say more?
Peter Pan almost slammed shut the door the second he peered inside. The room was full of books. Books1 Books were boring. But before he could quite manage to slam the door shut, he saw another door on the other side of the room. And that was interesting.
The small boy made his way across the library, not bothering to be quiet. His feet left muddy prints on the carpets, and his outfit dropped a few leaves as he'd not yet been forced into proper clothing by one of the many adults in this place.
Being a boy of incredible imagination, Peter came up with all sorts of rooms behind the mysterious door. Perhaps there was a thieve's cave full of treasure. Or maybe a pirate ship! If he was really lucky, there'd be a fairy's grotto and he could get some fairy dust.
The other side of the door held large pieces of paper. He made his way in disappointed and took a look around. A small white container stood in the middle of a counter. He unscrewed the top and pulled out a brush coated in something white and sticky. Having never seen paste before, Peter was naturally flummoxed. He took a sniff. It smelled OK. Cautiously, he tasted it. Quite delicious. And Peter was hungry. Food didn't appear when he imagined it here. He ate with relish as he continued his search. There were also some tubes that squirted bright colors when he squeezed them. They didn't smell so yummy, so he kept them away from his mouth... but boy were they messy.
Within the hour, bright red hand prints led out of the art room, down the hall, and into the lounge accompanied by green and yellow footprints. Anyone following them would find a little boy covered in paint, sitting happily on the floor eating straight out of a paste container.