Me and Wendy are out picking berries. Or at least I am. Shes sitting on a rock, bragging. "The queen fairy said I was prettier then any thing ever on Neverland.  She also said that..." She was cut off by me. "Can you shut your trap and help me?!"  Wendy looked very suprised. And then very angery. "Who are you to talk to me like that?" She poked my chest making me back up into a tree. "You are nothing. You are a servant. I am your queen, and Peter will love me. He already does love ME. ME not YOU." She slapped me. Then Peter flew down from the sky and Wendy whent and clung to him. I ran. I ran until I reached my little house. And then, I cried until I was asleep.