See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.

You are too late," he cried proudly, "I have shot the Wendy. Peter will be so pleased with me."
Overhead Tinker Bell shouted "Silly ass!" and darted into hiding.

Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.
He frowned.
"I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer?

The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

Of course Neverland had been make-believe in those days; but it was real now, and there were no night-lights, and it was getting darker every moment, and where was Nana?

David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.