Wendy's Peter

Chapter Two

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 “John! Did you see that?!” I exclaimed, pointing at the wall. “I swear my shadow just moved on its own!” John looked at me curiously.

                “Don’t be ridiculous, Wendy. I think you need some sleep,” he told me. I rolled my eyes. I had been awake for a good eighteen hours. I stared in disbelief at my now calm shadow. A few moments ago it had looked like it was blowing raspberries at me.

                “You’re right, John. I am a little tired.” He nodded at me and we continued cleaning. I kept a close eye on my shadow, though.

                “Wendy! Your shadow!” Michael shouted. John and I jumped and turned to look at where Michael was pointing. Sure enough, my shadow was doing a jig in front of us.

                “No way,” John whispered. He reached out to touch it, but it flew from his grasp. We watched as it soared across the ceiling.

                “Wendy, that’s not your shadow,” Michael began, “that’s a boy’s shadow!” John and I scrutinized the shadow. It was perched in a corner and seemed to be staring at us. It definitely had masculine features. I looked down and saw that my own shadow was planted firmly on the ground.

                “What do we do, Wendy? Do you think someone lost it?” John asked.

                “You think he belongs to someone?” I replied, glancing up at the shadow.

                “Where else could he have come from?”  I frowned.

                “Well, Mr. Shadow, it seems like you have some explaining to do,” I told the shadow. It simply shrugged and floated to the ground.

                “I don’t think he talks, Wendy,” Michael told me adamantly. The shadow nodded. “See?!” Michael exclaimed.

                “I saw, I saw, Michael, but what do we do now?” I asked him, not knowing myself. Quite frankly, you don’t run into many lost shadows.

                “Maybe he can point to where he came from? Could you, shadow?”  John asked. The shadow shrugged again, floated to the boys’ costume chest, and slipped inside. We watched incredulously as he reappeared wearing Michael’s Peter Pan hat. I laughed.

                “Okay, John, how’d you manage to create a shadow?” I asked, looking over at him.

                “It wasn’t me!” he exclaimed.

                “Right. Well, that was a nice trick, John, but I think we all need to go to bed. Michael, grab your teddy and I’ll come tuck you in. John, put the hat away and get into bed,” I ordered. Honestly, I have no idea how John made a shadow appear. He is a smart kid though, sometimes too smart for his own good.

                “But!” John cried out.

                “No, buts! Get into bed!”