“Boy, why are you crying?” I ask quietly.
“Because I couldn’t get my shadow to stick on,” he replies.
“What is your name?” I ask.
“Peter” he replies, “Peter Pan. And you are?”
“Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling. I shall now sew your shadow on for you,” I say. I start to walk to my dresser.
“NO!” he yells, making me jump. “That will hurt! And besides I am quite capable of catching it myself,” he exclaims.
Suddenly the shadow starts to fly! I look in amazement, when Peter leaps into the air… I didn’t realise they could fly…