I Think It's Perfectly Lovely The Way

The Fairies, As Their Custom, Clapped Their Hands With Delight Over Their Cleverness, And They Were So Madly In Love With The Little House That They Could Not Bear To Think They Had Finished It.

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

Feeling That Peter Was On His Way Back, The Neverland Had Again Woke Into Life. We Ought To Use The Pluperfect And Say Wakened, But Woke Is Better And Was Always Used By Peter.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.