Make practical stylistic tasks. Read an extract from Peter Pan, watch the film HOOK and find means of intertext.

Read an extract from PETER PAN, watch the film HOOK and find means of intertext.

Come Away, Come Away!

FOR a moment after Mr and Mrs Darling left the house the night-lights by the beds of the three children continued to burn clearly.They were awfully nice little night-lights, and one cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter; but Wendy's light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could close their mouths all the three went out.

There was another light in the room now, a thousand times brighter than the night-lights, and in the time we have taken to say this, it has been in all the drawers in the nursery, looking for Peter's shadow, rummaged the wardrobe and turned every pocket inside out. It was not really a light; it made this light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy, no longer than your hand, but still growing. It was a girl called Tinker Bell exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf, cut low and square, through which her figure could be seen to the best advantage. She was slightly inclined to embonpoint.

A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in. He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way, and his hand was still messy with the fairy dust.

'Tinker Bell, ' he called softly, after making sure that the children were asleep, 'Tink, where are you? ' She was in a jug for the moment, and liking it extremely; she had never been in a jug before. ' '

'Oh, do come out of that jug, and tell me, do you know where they put my shadow? '

The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him'. It is the fairy language. You ordinary children can never hear it, but if you were to hear it you would know that you had heard it once before.

Tink said that the shadow was in the big box. She meant the chest of drawers, and Peter jumped at the drawers, scattering their contents to the floor with both hands, as kings toss ha'pence to the crowd. In a moment he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight he forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer.

If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water; and when they did not he was appalled. He tried to stick it on with soap from the bath-room, but that also failed. A shudder passed through Peter, and he sat on the floor and cried.

His sobs woke, Wendy, and she sat up in bed. She was not alarmed to see a stranger crying on the nursery floor; she was only pleasantly interested.

'Boy, ' she said courteously, 'why are you crying? '

Peter could be exceedingly polite also, having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies, and he rose and bowed to her beautifully. She was much pleased, and bowed beautifully to him from the bed.

'What's you name?, ' he asked

'Wendy Moira Angela Darling, ' she replied with some satisfaction. " What's your name? ' 'Peter Pan.'

She was already sure that he must be Peter, but it did seem a comparatively short name.

'Is that all? '

'Yes, ' he said rather sharply: He felt for the first time that it was a shortish name. 'I'm so sorry, ' said Wendy Moira Angela.

'It doesn't matter' Peter gulped.

She asked where he lived.

'Second to the right, ' said Peter 'and then straight on till morning.'

'What a funny address! '

Peter had a sinking. For the first time he felt that perhaps it was a funnv address.

'No, it isn't, ' he said.

'I mean, ' Wendy said nicely, Remembering that she was hostess, 'is that what they put on the letters'

He wished she had 'hot mentioned letters.,

'Don't get any letters, ' he said contemptuously.

'But your mother' gets letters? '

'Don't have a mother, ' he said., Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated persons. Wendy, however, felt at once that she was in the presence of a tragedy.

'O Peter, no wonder you were crying, ' she said, and got out of bed and ran to him. 'I wasn't crying about mothers, ' he said rather indignantly. I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying.'

'It has come off? '.