who?ââ Kyle added excitedly.
âHow do you know? You werenât there,â Dibs said.
âIâve heard the story.â
âThen Peter scooped up handfuls of crumbs from the food fight, dug holes all around, and planted the crumbs like seeds,â said Button. âAfter he covered the crumbs with dirt and watered them, he Pretended with all his might.â
âThe next day, the clearing where weâd eaten the picnic had become a grove of food trees,â said Prank.
âCan Peter do that?â I said, surprised.
âHeâs Peter Pan ,â Dibs said, scoffingly. âHe can do anything.â
âI donât know if the Pretending wouldâve worked anywhere else, though,â Button said with a thoughtful frown. âItâs part of Neverlandâs magic.â
âDoes that mean that Spotâs stone eggs will hatch?â I asked.
âI donât know,â said Button.
âDoubt it,â Prank said. âIt takes a strong imagination to Pretend that well.â
âLike Peterâs,â said Dibs, very proudly.
âAnyway, the grove has a bunch of different food trees,â said Kyle.
âBut the trees all bloom at different times,â Button explained. âIf we find one ready to eat, we tell Tiger Lily and her braves what it is, and they do the same for us. Tiger Lily actually came by today to tell us that the cheeseburger tree is almost ripe.â
At the word cheeseburger , my stomach growled again. I groaned. âCan we not talk about food for a little while? Please?â
Peter came back with dinner at sunsetâan armful of huge roast beef sandwiches, wrapped in brown paper. I didnât realize that food trees grew stuff like that, but since the Lost Boys didnât say anything, I figured it was normal.
We ate silently and enthusiastically. The feather on Hookâs hat kept falling into Peterâs face until he finally lost patience and dropped the hat onto Dibsâs head. Dibs looked absolutely delighted.
We sat among the highest branches of the Tree Home. From the next tree over, the relocated Never birds watched us. It actually made me a little nervous. Like they were planning to reconquer the Tree Home or something.
Spot clucked nervously. It was a warning. Peter stood up, a hand on his golden sword, listening intently, and the Lost Boys and I craned our necks toward the ground.
We heard the pirates complaining before we saw them.
âIâm so hungry,â moaned one.
âI canât go on,â replied a second. âI see them little black spots, dancing in front of me eyes.â
âWeâll find supper when we find Peter Pan,â said someone else cheerfully.
Button recognized that third voice and whispered, âItâs Smee.â
âCook says Panâs nicked it,â Smee continued.
In the tree, we all turned to look at Peter. He smiled mysteriously and took another enormous bite out of his dinner.
âIt were my favorite,â said the second voice sadly. âRoast beef sandwiches.â
âNot sure if I believe Cook,â the first voice grumbled. âSeems to me Cook might have taken them for his self and blamed Pan.â
We could see them now. The pirates had wandered into the clearing below, just fifty feet from the trunk of our tree.
âOh, it was Pan all right,â Smee said. He was a little thicker around the middle than the other two. With his glasses, white hair, and red nose, he looked a little bit like Santa Clausâs pirate brother. âI heard him crow with me own ears, I did.â
âLook!â I whispered, pointing at the tallest pirate. âAre his hands on backward?â
Button nodded solemnly. âThatâs Noodler.â
âThe other one looks like Black Patch Pat,â added Dibs.
âTheyâll be sorry they came here,â Peter said in a low voice, drawing his weapon.
It mustâve been