To fly, you need to think happy thoughts of course. Dear Peter, it's the thought of what that really makes you SOAR into the sky?
"Gee whiz." Peter replied, scratching his head to think. "It's ma' teddy bear, that's my happy thought.." He answered, crossing his legs to sit down, even though he was hoovering above the ground. "-But ya' can't tell anyone- I'll banish ya' from Neverland if ya' do!" Peter claimed, lifting his head off his hands.







