She sat down on the concrete seat surrounding a tiny fountain in the middle of the park. Her hands still holding onto her notebook and an often-used pen. In silence, she enjoyed the dewy scent of the morning and stared up at the bright blue open skies above, which was lit up strongly by the heartwarming early summer sunshine...Her heart just loved such moments like this to slow down her pace in life and to reflect on the goodness of creation all around her...

With her dreamy impulse kicking in again, she found herself being inspired to write something out of the ordinary...She began to outline a story...

"The Return of Peter Pan...It was the night of Wendy Darling's 13th birthday and she was patiently awaiting her parents and brothers' return from attending Michael's school play performance. She was all alone at home and out of boredom, went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge to have another check at a lovely cake which she had prepared with her mother for herself earlier that day...It was an awesome creation by the two of them. Wendy could not resist carefully taking it out and placed it on the dining table, admiring the cake in an expectant manner..."Just a minute will do," she whispered calmly to herself as she sat infront of it with anticipation, before realising that she ought to ready some candles...She wondered if the cake would have space for all thirteen candles and hastily went to fetch them from the pantry drawer.

After getting them and breathing relief, she began considering where on the cake she would dip her first birthday candle...Peering intently, she squinted her eyes upon observing something peculiar..."When has my shadow together with this short candle's turned so out of shape?" She wondered in disturbing confusion and curiosity...To her astonishment, the dancing slender and pointy greyish figure started leaping all about the moment she lifted her gaze to the lights on the ceiling above her, causing Wendy to gasp in utter startlement. The piece of candle she was holding in her hand dropped from her grasp and appeared to stay mysteriously afloat by itself with a dust of twinkle before slowly settling down to push itself down onto the middle of the cake right above her pretty name.

When she was momentarily aware of what happened, she snapped herself out of a slightly dizzy spell and glanced back to behold her cake. Wendy immediately jerked and stepped backward in alarm, nearly knocking over the chair behind her and made her trip, but a hand caught hold of her in time to steady the baffled girl once again...All those weird tricky visions which occurred in a sudden gave her much lightheadedness and she has to rub her eyes hard to see with more clarity and certainty this time..."Oh, Peter...Pan...Peter! It is you, Peter? This isn't a dream, is it? You're here..." Once she has regained her footing, he stepped back slightly and bowed before her eyes. Wendy gaped and clasped her hands in delight...

"Happy Mother's day, my lady..." He greeted with a playful smile.

Wendy was still ever amazed by his presence, "Oh, Peter...today is not Mother's-..."

Before he could stress his words and clarify for her, something appeared to be forcefully pulling on the trademark feather on his hat. "Why you...Can't you ever learn to stay still?" He spun around and tugged on tightly to his precious headgear.

Wendy gasped again, "Oh dear, it's your shadow friend this time too, Peter?"

He grimaced and retorted, "No way is 'he' my friend, or rather, I dislike 'its' rebellious personality..."

Wendy stifled a giggle and switched her focus back to her cake, making sure it was still safe from their 'power struggle' so that she should put it back into the fridge as soon as possible...Yet, she was further surprised by the short pink candle now transforming through a sparkling golden flurry into double its original height and appeared as an odd-looking sharp-ended 'wand'...

Wendy was now dumbfounded and hurriedly called on Peter. His shadow has now freed its owner to wander again wildly in an unrestrained manner from one end of the wall to the other, irritating Peter as he crossed his arms and approached Wendy at the table.

She was earnestly pressing Peter for an explanation of her candle's disappearance and replacement when Peter grabbed her wrist in time before she carelessly pricked her finger on the sharp tip of the 'inverted magic wand'..."Careful," he whispered and hushed her with a knowing grin...Wendy obediently nodded and brought her finger against her lips as a gesture that she would listen to him. He then did a loud snap of his fingers with his free hand and hinted for them to wait...In about three seconds after, the wand automatically lifted itself up from the cake amidst blinding glittering dust and hovered in the air before revealing its bottom end to be that of a hole of a needle...It turned itself upright again and very slowly flew over to Wendy's side, surprising her greatly. She looked questioningly at Peter, who then said, "May I have the honour of you, my lady, to sew this defiant shadow back to myself again?"

Wenday wondered in awe at the piece of oversized needle-wand just about her arm's length that was now waiting for her to take possession of itself. "Oh my, I was not expecting this...Peter, I am not sure that I can use this, and I...I..."