A story about going to Neverland, and how difficult a trip it is for someone who isn't Peter Pan, a Lost Boy, a Native, or a Pirate.
Good stories start with once upon a time, so this one will too.
Once upon a time there was a magical place called Neverland. It was a place of magic, and adventure, but most important is that while you are there you don't have to grow up. This raises a question; what happens if you are a grown up and you find yourself in Neverland? The rules are easy, in that case you must then be a Pirate, or an Indian. That cannot always be the case, this is a story about a man who is neither an Indian or a pirate.
The first question one might ask is "How would this man, who is not a pirate, nor an Indian get to Neverland? The answer, of course, is the same as it has always been. To get to Neverland, you fly of course! You take the second star to the right, and straight on till morning.
This is how the story begins: