Once there was a boy who could fly. He flew all the way to the north pole and back never once losing a step. He was known as Peter Pan. And the love of his life was known as Wendy Darling. The two had met one night on her balcony after Peter was done chasing his shadow.

"Who are you?" She had asked. Her fair auburn hair hung in a braid over her white night gown.

"My name's Peter." The boy in Lincoln green said. He stood on the balcony railing unafraid of the drop. "And you are?"

"Wendy. Wendy Darling."

Her eyes were alight with wonder. As her brothers Michael and John slept she invited Peter inside. The two talked of each other's adventures. From Wendy's boarding school to Peter and the lost boys of Neverland.

"But where is Neverland?" Wendy asked. She had never read of it on a map nore seen it on a globe.

"Neverland? Everyone knows where Neverland is."

Peter jumped to his feet and pointed out the window. "Second star to the right and straight on till morning."

"Really? You're pulling my leg."

"I'm serious."

"Get out of town."

"Don't you believe me?"

"No. I don't. Get out."

"Excuse me?"

"I said get out!" She shouted.

Her thunderous voice woke up Michael and John. They both asked "Who the fuck is that?" At Peter.

"What the sam hell is going on!?"

Mr. Darling came in with his pistol waving all over the place. He was drunk and had an itchy trigger finger. He saw Peter and aimed his gun.

"Move out of the way Wendy!"

He shot a shot that grazed Wendy on the arm. She started screaming bloody murder.

"Get him, daddy." Michael and John shouted.

"Oh shit." Peter screamed. He ran out onto the balcony and hopped the railing. A shot grazed his side as he flew over. Blood started (((petering))) onto his coat. He landed on the streets and bolted past a bush. A shot rang out after him.

"You damn perverts!" Mr. Darling shouted. "That'll teach you!"

Peter flew into the night cursing at the blasted Darlings. Glad to be rid of them.

The End.