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Peter Pan
Whenarealbirdfallsinflop,hespreadsouthisfeathersandpecksthemdry,butPetercouldnotrememberwhatwasthethingtodo,andhedecided,rathersulkily,togotosleepontheweepingbeechintheBabyWalk.
Atfirsthefoundsomedifficultyinbalancinghimselfonabranch,butpresentlyherememberedtheway,andfellasleep.Heawokelongbeforemorning,shivering,andsayingtohimself,“Ineverwasoutinsuchacoldnight;”hehadreallybeenoutincoldernightswhenhewasabird,but,ofcourse,aseverybodyknows,whatseemsawarmnighttoabirdisacoldnighttoaboyinanightgown.Peteralsofeltstrangelyuncomfortable,asifhisheadwasstuffy,heheardloudnoisesthatmadehimlookroundsharply,thoughtheywerereallyhimselfsneezing.Therewassomethinghewantedverymuch,but,thoughheknewhewantedit,hecouldnotthinkwhatitwas.Whathewantedsomuchwashismothertoblowhisnose,butthatneverstruckhim,sohedecidedtoappealtothefairiesforenlightenment.Theyarereputedtoknowagooddeal.
ThereweretwoofthemstrollingalongtheBabyWalk,withtheirarmsroundeachother’swaists,andhehoppeddowntoaddressthem.Thefairieshavetheirtiffswiththebirds,buttheyusuallygiveacivilanswertoacivilquestion,andhewasquiteangrywhenthesetworanawaythemomenttheysawhim.Anotherwaslollingonagarden-chair,readingapostage-stampwhichsomehumanhadletfall,andwhenheheardPeter’svoicehepoppedinalarmbehindatulip.
ToPeter’sbewildermenthediscoveredthateveryfairyhemetfledfromhim.