Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.
Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.