Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the room. It wasn’t a regular light. It moved fast, opening drawers, looking for something. When it stopped for a moment, you could see it wasn’t a light at all. It was a tiny fairy, no bigger than your hand. Her name was Tinker Bell. She wore a dress made from leaves, and she looked very pretty.
Then, the window flew open, and Peter Pan came into the room. He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way, so his hand was covered in fairy dust.
«Tinker Bell,» Peter whispered, «where are you?»
Tink, as Peter called her, was inside a jug. She liked it there – it was her first time in one.
«Oh, come out, Tink! Do you know where my shadow is?»
Tinker Bell made a sound like tiny bells. That’s how fairies talk. Peter understood her and went straight to the big chest of drawers. He opened them quickly, throwing clothes on the floor, and found his shadow.
Peter tried to stick his shadow back on. He used soap from the bathroom, but it didn’t work. He sat on the floor and cried.
Wendy woke up and saw him. She wasn’t scared. She was curious.
«Boy,» she asked, «why are you crying?»
Peter stood up and bowed like a gentleman. Wendy smiled and bowed back from her bed.
«What’s your name?» he asked.
«I’m Wendy Moira Angela Darling,» she said proudly. «What’s yours?»
«Peter Pan.»
Wendy thought his name was quite short. «Is that all?»
«Yes!» Peter said sharply.
Wendy felt sorry for him. «Where do you live?»
«Second star to the right, and straight on till morning,» Peter replied.
«What a funny address!»
«It’s not funny,» Peter said, looking a little upset.
Wendy tried to cheer him up. «Don’t you get letters there?»
«I don’t get letters.»
«But your mother gets letters?»
«I don’t have a mother,» Peter said. He didn’t have a mother, and he didn’t want one at all.
Wendy felt sad for him. «Oh, Peter, that’s so terrible!»
«I wasn’t crying about that!» Peter said. «I was crying because my shadow won’t stick.»
Wendy saw the shadow on the floor. «It needs to be sewn on,» she said.
«What’s «sewn’?» Peter asked.
Wendy laughed a little. «I’ll sew it for you!»
She got her needle and thread. «This might hurt a bit,» she warned.
«I won’t cry,» Peter said bravely. He clenched his teeth as Wendy sewed the shadow to his foot.
When it was done, Peter jumped up, full of joy. «Oh, how clever I am!» he shouted.