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"We come to listen to the stories," Peter said, smiling at the smaller, brunette girl. "I like the one about the prince who couldn't find the lady who wore glass slippers."
"Cinderella?" Wendy asked, happy that he was, and that it was this story in particular. The story of the girl was one of hope, and she always had wished that she could have a fairy-godmother just like the princess. "Peter, he found her and they..."
He nodded, motioning her to go on.
"And they... lived happily ever after," her face the picture of bliss at such a wonderful ending.
"I knew it," Peter grumbled, and her face fell.
Then, in the blink of an eye, he was back at the window, ready to take off, and Wendy almost lunged for him.
"Peter, don't go," she blurted out.
He almost shook his head, looking confused at her sudden outburst, "I have to tell the others about Cinderella."
She saw the opportunity, and jumped at it, "But I know lots of stories, stories I could tell the boys!"
"Come with me," he whispered.
"I... I cannot fly," she said, her face falling.
"I'll teach you," Peter said, "I'll teach you to ride the wind's back, and away we go!"
"Okay. Teach me how."
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A short drabble that came to me when I was watching the movie. Review?
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