Oh dear. I can’t. What about mother. Besides I can’t fly. I’ll teach you. To fly?
I’ll teach you to jump on the wind’s back and away we’ll go. Oh!
Wendy, just think – when you’re sleeping in your bed, you could be out flying with me instead, touching the stars. Oh!
And Wendy – there are mermaids. Mermaids? I’ve never seen a mermaid.
Wendy, how we would all respect you. You could tuck us in at night. None of us have ever been tucked in at night. And tell us stories. Peter, would you teach John and Michael to fly, too? If you like.
(To Michael and John) Wake up! Wake up. Peter Pan is here and he’s going to teach us to fly.
What? Is he? Then I’ll get up. Oh I am up. (The storyteller playing Nana barks – it is very urgent – scared.) Quickly!
It’s all right. She’s chained up in the yard. Can you really fly?
