“My name's Peter. Can I play too?”

“The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?”

“Let's play," Peter said.”

“Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.”

“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.”

“But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.”

“I bring fresh blood," Peter said and grinned.”