It's very easy to believe impossible things up until the age of thirteen, if one has got the proper frame of mine about these things, which is something that Wendy has always had much to her parents (her father's actually, and not all the time), desperate head shaking.
It was why she believed to the depths of her heart that in growing up she could do most anything. And nothing at all at the same moment. Though the little blonde girl's uniform is quite strange, which she'll admit quite honestly.
"It isn't Spain at all, though it is fantastically hot all over."
"Phew," says Karen, huffing her hair out of her eyes. "It is hot, I..."
And then Karen actually looks at the girl who's standing in front of her, and her mouth drops open. Karen has three favourite DVDs. She likes Moulin Rouge and Robin Hood and Peter Pan. Dad's explained to Karen about actors and real people, but, some days, she's shakier on the subject than others.
Being recognised is not an unfamiliarity for Wendy, but it usually ranges to those that she actually knows, such as Mother and Father, her brothers, and the people she passed the street. It has never really occurred to her on the beach with a little girl holding stuffed creatures before.
Though, to be perfectly fair, it had to happen sometime, and she did not mind it all that much. It just caused her to blink for a moment and furrow her brow for a moment, before smiling shakily.
"I'm Karen. And this is Hippo. And Puss Cat." She goes quiet, thinking for a second, and, when she speaks again, her voice has dropped to a stage whisper.
"It's good to meet all three of you." If nothing else can be said about her, it is that she is polite when meeting new polite and smiled a bit more brightly at them. After all, she was simply a little girl.
"He is."
It was a bit strange that she knew about Peter, had the girl heard her stories from one of her brothers?
"Wow," says Karen solemnly, nodding her head. She looks down at the bag in her hand, and then back up at Wendy. "Would you like a sandwich? Mom packed me some food and my favourite jumper, but it's a bit hot for a jumper."
"It is a bit hot for a jumper," Wendy agreed, since it was more short dress and light clothes sort of weather. It usually was though. Feeling it would be rude to refuse her, she polite accepted. "I would, that's very kind of your mother to pack those things for you. Would you like me to show you about?"
"It's this way, up in the trees," Wendy shared, in a tone that had a bit more excitement that normal for well most things that were adventurous had a good deal of trees involved.
It was why she believed to the depths of her heart that in growing up she could do most anything. And nothing at all at the same moment. Though the little blonde girl's uniform is quite strange, which she'll admit quite honestly.
"It isn't Spain at all, though it is fantastically hot all over."
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And then Karen actually looks at the girl who's standing in front of her, and her mouth drops open. Karen has three favourite DVDs. She likes Moulin Rouge and Robin Hood and Peter Pan. Dad's explained to Karen about actors and real people, but, some days, she's shakier on the subject than others.
"Oh, my God...You're Wendy."
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Though, to be perfectly fair, it had to happen sometime, and she did not mind it all that much. It just caused her to blink for a moment and furrow her brow for a moment, before smiling shakily.
"I am, and who might you be?"
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"Is Peter Pan here?"
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"He is."
It was a bit strange that she knew about Peter, had the girl heard her stories from one of her brothers?
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Karen barely contains her excitement.
"Does he fly?"
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So, naturally, she lied. It wouldn't do much harm, would it? To lie to such a little girl about such a little thing.
"Well of course, he is Peter Pan."
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Karen nods.
"Would you like to hold Hippo?"
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She held out her hands.
"That would be lovely. Follow me and we can go up to the main houses. I think there's something cold to eat up there."
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"Okay," she says and shoulders her overnight bag.
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