Hangman's Tree

As the rest of the gang basked in the sun upon the edge of Skull Rock,
the duo of mischievous Lost Boys popped out from a gap in the bushy shrubs.

"Eureka! Take a look-see at what we found! A super secret hideaway! Shhh... don't tell a soul!"

the pair exclaimed in unison.

What the kids discovered, beyond the thick of sticks and leaves, was quite the hidden treasure. The curious crew crept through the sort of portal into a new world, which shed a single strip of light leading into the shady sun-shielded sanctuary. 

The pair led their fellow explorers into what was known as Hangman's Tree, a retreat they soon claimed as their own.

Oh, how ecstatic Peter was to have a place to clamber up the side of an old trees and have imaginary duels with his makeshift sword. His soul was as bright as the sun and as cool as the shade.


Soon enough, they all found themselves scurrying up the trunks of weeping willows. Perched upon a sturdy branch like two little birds, Smee and Tiger Lily blessed the land with sacred feathers from the Indian tribe, as they sang sweet songs of melodies pure and true.
"Sayin', this is my message to you-ou-ou..."


"...Singing, don't worry about a thing..."


"...'Cause every little thing gonna be alright."


After a good amount of merrymaking underneath the shade of Hangman's Tree, the girls decided it was time to venture off to find a playground of their own while the boys continued their rowdy ruckus beneath the trees.
"Now, where are you off to?" asked the contemplative Lost Boy.
"To find a place suitable for some girl talk. After all, this is Hangman's tree." replied Tiger Lily.


With that, the Lost Girls journeyed off to explore the other wonders Neverland had to offer.