Once Upon A Time...

... there was a girl named Wendy. She believed in magic and fairies and flying, and one day met a boy who made her stories come to life. He showed her the magical Neverland of her tales, made her fly, danced with the fairies, and in turn she saved his life. For there, hidden in the right hand corner of her mouth was a hidden kiss, to be given only to the luckiest of all; the one who finds the kiss. Peter Pan.

Well, nearly a century later ...

... there was a girl named Addie. She had brown wavy hair and blue eyes, and believed in the magic of words and color, and was swept away by them every day. If she could fly, she would. She knew the tales of Wendy and Peter Pan, though she had never particularly thought herself much like the Wendy of the beautiful, magical stories.

One day as she was walking down the main street of her town, she passed a little girl walking with her mother. Their eyes met for a moment and Addie smiled at her before looking forward again. As she passed, she heard the little girl say to her mother before she was hushed up, "Look mommy! She has a kiss! Like Wendy in the Peter Pan story!" Addie caught her breath as she heard it, and then smiled again.

She was another Wendy. A second Wendy? Who knows how many Wendys there have been since Wendy herself, and how many before her? A line of Wendys, each with a kiss hidden in the right-hand corner, for the luckiest of all; the one who finds it.

Once upon a time...

... there was a girl named Wendy.