“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…