Dear Pan, I have left my happy thoughts in a satchel for you to keep. I am starting to un-grow my wings and somehow realized that I need to let go of giggles and smiles. The world where I am in is a bit bleak and I have to wear courage like a badge. I remember you every night, and how your eyes glistened with amazement when we caught spiders and how they spun golden threads. The flute you gave me sounded so much like your laughter that I couldn’t help but smile all by myself. I am so sorry that I need to grow up. Pixie dust is not enough to keep me awake and wait for you to come. Even if I have grown and greyed, forget me not. Hook has forgotten my name too as I, him.

Signed W.

-Cricket