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The Island Come True
ItoozedonafterHook.
Oncemoretheboysemergedintotheopen;butthedangersofthenightwerenotyetover,forpresentlyNibsrushedbreathlessintotheirmidst,pursuedbyapackofwolves.Thetonguesofthepursuerswerehangingout;thebayingofthemwashorrible.
’Saveme,saveme!’criedNibs,fallingontheground.
’Butwhatcanwedo,whatcanwedo?’
ItwasahighcomplimenttoPeterthatatthatdiremomenttheirthoughtsturnedtohim.
’WhatwouldPeterdo?’theycriedsimultaneously.
Almostinthesamebreaththeyadded,’Peterwouldlookatthemthroughhislegs.’
Andthen,’LetusdowhatPeterwoulddo.’
Itisquitethemostsuccessfulwayofdefyingwolves,andasoneboytheybentandlookedthroughtheirlegs.Thenextmomentisthelongone;butvictorycamequickly,forastheboysadvancedupontheminthisterribleattitude,thewolvesdroppedtheirtailsandfled.
NowNibsrosefromtheground,andtheothersthoughtthathisstaringeyesstillsawthewolves.Butitwasnotwolveshesaw.
’Ihaveseenawonderfullerthing,’hecried,astheygatheredroundhimeagerly.’Agreatwhitebird.Itisflyingthisway.’
’Whatkindofabird,doyouthink?’
’Idon’tknow,’Nibssaid,awestruck,’butitlookssoweary,andasitfliesitmoans,"PoorWendy."’
’PoorWendy?’
’Iremember,’saidSlightlyinstantly,’therearebirdscalledWendies.’
’See,itcomes,’criedCurly,pointingtoWendyintheheavens.
Wendywasnowalmostoverhead,andtheycouldhearherplaintivecry.ButmoredistinctcametheshrillvoiceofTinkerBell
