When I awoke, I found myself in a little home, made from twigs and leaves. Outside the door, there were six small boys, known as the lost boys. I agreed to be their mother, and they whisked me off, blindfolded of all things, to a oddly enormous tree. As it turns out this tree was their home, and inside was a huge assortment of roots and dirt, to make up rooms and beds. It was quite lovely, for the boys, that is. The size of this place was exhilarating! Especially to think that this was all underground in the roots of old tree. The lost boys and Peter were right at home though you could tell, for they played around and ran about, teasing one another. It was magnificent and I was happy to call this my new home, for the time being that is.
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