If You Cannot Teach Me To Fly,

The Best Place A Person Can Die, Is Where They Die For Others.

It Was Then That Hook Bit Him. Not The Pain Of This But Its Unfairness Was What Dazed Peter. It Made Him Quite Helpless. He Could Only Stare, Horrified. Every Child Is Affected Thus The First Time He Is Treated Unfairly. All He Thinks He Has A Right To When He Comes To You To Be Yours Is Fairness. After You Have Been Unfair To Him He Will Love You Again, But He Will Never Afterwards Be Quite The Same Boy. No One Ever Gets Over The First Unfairness; No One Except Peter.

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.

I Know I'm Not Clever But I'm Always Right.

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.