Wendy learnd (in the hard way) that all trees have a mind.
She thought in the first time that she had tried to escape that she just need to wait until she’ll be alone. The losts kids can’t hang around her forever. While they all like her (well, most of them), they have so many other things to do. They have games to play, tresures to find, pirates to fight against, indians to kill.
When they leave her alone in the camp (and he is gone, god knows where), she doesn’t waste any time. “I’m coming home”, she thought, and this thought is happy enough to make her fly. Her feets leave the ground and warm joy fills her heart.
She is raising high, higher then she ever fly when she was alone. After years being traped in neverland she had learned (she had been forced to learn) how to fly in the the direction she wanted, how to keep the thought gathered. (She was so good at flying that he started to call her bird).
Her body is so high, and Wendy could see the last branch. This is it. after this branch there will be nothing but clear skies. It makes her fly even faster. (She is always so close and yet so, so far).
She tried to fly off when one of the branches wrapped arround her ankle. Bad luck? Her feet kicked in the air in effort to break free, when another branch is wrapped around her hand. Panic spread in her guts.
She cries (quietly, she already learned that it’s best for her to cry quietly) when she understand that she is trapped. The more she tries to break free, the more the trees tight their grab on her. If she’ll yell for help she might get back to her cage.
Her head spin when she hears a sound coming down. Her heart sink. If any lost boy would find her there, he might cut her throat. They might like her, but they adore him. She tense up, didn’t dare to breath.
It’s not a lost boy. It’s worst.
He fly up to her, his terrible smile promised no good. “And where do you think you’re going, Wendy-bird?”