Peter Pan and the Croc.

Peter Pan moved into my beachfront property and I turned into Captain Hook!



I know I promised no more beach posts, but I do have a few more coming up.



Seriously, Peter and all his Lost Boys came in several hours after we had staked out our very own grassy, sunny and sandy spot

and parked their gear Right There In The Middle of it.



(This pic. doesn't show all of them but there must have been a dozen or so of them...Lost Boys indeed - they sure got found allright...dang it!)

Just barged right in and plopped down.


Peter's the one in the shade there,

with the cowboy hat on...

Now, I know you really don't want to grow up, Peter, but what ever happened to a bit of courtesy?

Fly away Peter, all the way home...second star to the right, and straight on til morning!







Heyyyyy Peterrrrrrrrrr, you're trespassing...

You don't own this place on the beach,

It's mine...all mine!

Go on, now.

Fly away back to Never Never Land, with Wendy and the rest of the "Darling" children and the rest of your Lost Boys...let's see if you really can fly!

Git.




Heyyyyyyy Petey...look what's creeping up behind you!!!



See, the croc!

Crocky listens to me now.

And he's got that evil glint in his eyes...my croc partner...we're coming to get you, Peter Pan.

I sprinkled my own special brand of Hookie's Fairy Dust on Crocky.

Then he ate Tinkerbell. And Wendy. And the Lost Boys.



You're next, Peter Pan!



Sic'em, Crocky!