NEVERLAND

That was definitely the Neverland. There was a lot of pixies around, and none of them had any clothes on.
There was also Leonard Cohen, who had clothes on, but was baring his soul like there was no tomorrow.


“For the last time, where’s the freaking Peter Pan?” demanded Captain Hook in a low raspy voice. Tinker Bell just stared at her toes, pretending to be dumb. The Captain had a habit of using adult-oriented language, and his breath could be used as tear gas. As if that wasn’t enough, he liked slamming his huge hairy fist on the wooden table. Tinker Bell did not know for how long she would be able to go hold it off. She badly needed to go to the washroom.