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Post by peter on Jul 30, 2010 12:25:58 GMT -8
Peter Pan flew from window to window in what he thought was a small town just North of the U.S. border. He was searching for some more inhabitant for Hangman's Tree.
He looked in every house; an older boy studying for some kind of important test, a younger woman dressed from head to toe in black listening to music at a volume that could damage her hearing, three VERY young boys and girls putting an unsteady castle together with Lego Blocks...
And then he heard a noise... He flew to the house across the street and peered inside...
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Carl Fredricksen
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Post by Carl Fredricksen on Aug 1, 2010 20:28:01 GMT -8
Inside the house, which was actually a quaint bed and breakfast, was an old yet spry man, and his overweight dog. The man, in his travels, had stopped at this modest establishment for the night. He was in his usual type of clothing; a jacket, pants, suspenders and belt, and shoes, all becoming an elderly person.
After a long day, he rested on the bed, and he exhaled in relief as he did. His dog, with a perpetual smile, circled twice before resting on the floor, beside his master. The old man fluttered his eyes before closing them, falling into a fast, quick nap.
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Post by peter on Aug 2, 2010 10:13:35 GMT -8
Peter frowned at the old man, this is why I stay in Neverland, growing old and losing my immaturity would not even make my one million thing to do list...
Wait a minute... He looked familiar, now where had I seen him before? I was sure that he had been in Neverland before...
If that was him, he would respond, if he didn't this wasn't the same boy, Peter thought.
Peter pushed the window up and crowed like a rooster, loud and strong, and then bolted for the roof.
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Carl Fredricksen
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Post by Carl Fredricksen on Aug 6, 2010 19:15:37 GMT -8
The old man jolted. His dog exclaimed with an apparently disembodied voice, and hurried to the window. He stood on his hind legs, placed his front paws on the windowsill, and barked repeatedly at the elusive rooster.
The old man grumbled as he sat upright at the edge of the bed. It took him three tries and some cracked joints for him to stand upright. He approached the window and examined it. "I thought this was closed," he said with his aged, gravelly voice. He groaned in minor annoyance as he shook his head and waved his hands to the rooster that wasn't there. "Pipe down, rooster! I'm napping."
With that, the old man closed the window, called his dog, and stepped out of view, back inside the room.
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Post by peter on Aug 15, 2010 8:53:05 GMT -8
Peter's stomach sank, That's strange... Pipe down, rooster? Huh... I was sure that he would remember me...
Pan shrugged it off, he could have a memory problem. Besides he was looking for children, not old men who had lost thier magic and child-like imagination.
He peered over the sill and looked back into the darkened room. A large, well-aged dog had his gaze trained on the window. Peter made a funny face at the mutt and flew off to the next house.
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