Match the words to the sentences:

Wendy: Oh don’t lock it, mother. He might come back.

Mrs. Darling: He?

Wendy: Yes, ah, Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.

Mrs. Darling: Oh, and what’s that?

Wendy: His shadow.

Mrs. Darling: Shadow?

Wendy: Mmmm. Nana had it, but I-I took it away.

Mrs. Darling: Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear.

Mrs. Darling: But George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana?

Mr. Darling: Safe? Of course, they’ll be safe. Why not?

Mrs. Darling: Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I—

Mr. Darling: Shadow? Whose shadow?

Mrs. Darling: Peter Pan’s.

Mr. Darling: Oh, Peter Pa– Peter Pan! You don’t say.  Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?

Mrs. Darling: But George, really I–

Mr. Darling: Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard!

Mrs. Darling: There must have been someone—

Mr. Darling: Oh Mary, of all the impossible childish fiddle-faddle, Peter Pan, indeed. How can we expect the children grow up and be practical—

Mrs. Darling: George, dear.

Mr. Darling: —when you’re as bad as they are? No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.

Peter Pan: Over there Tink, in its (1)_________________. Is it there? Must be here somewhere.  Tink!  Shh! Stop playing and help me find my shadow.  Shadow? Shadow? Huh? Aha!

Wendy: Peter Pan!  Oh, Peter, I knew you’d come back! I saved your (2)_________________for you. Oh I do hope it isn’t (3)_________________. You know, you look exactly the way I thought you would. Oh, a little taller perhaps. But then…Oh, you can’t stick it on with (4)_________________, Peter. It needs sewing. That’s the proper way to do it. Although, come to think of it, I’ve never thought about it before. Ah, (5)________________shadows, I mean. Of course, I knew it was your shadow the minute I saw it. And I said to myself, I said “I’ll put it away for him until he comes back. Oh he’s sure to come back”. And you did, didn’t you, Peter? After all, one can’t leave his shadow lying about, and not miss it sooner or later, uh, don’t you agree? What I still don’t understand is how Nana got it (6)_________________. She really isn’t… Oh, sit down. It won’t take long. She really isn’t (7)_________________, you know. She’s a wonderful nurse, although father says–

Peter Pan: Girls talk too much.

Wendy: Yes, (8)_________________talk too– Hmmm? Oh.

Peter Pan: Well, (9)_________________, girl.

Wendy: My name is Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling.

Peter Pan: Wendy’s enough.

Wendy: Oh. But how did Nana get your shadow, Peter?

Peter Pan: Jumped at me, the other night at the (10)_________________.

Wendy: Well what were you doing there?

Peter Pan: I came to listen to the stories.

Wendy: My stories? But they’re all about you.

Peter Pan: Of course. That’s why I like them. I tell them to the Lost Boys.

Wendy: The Lost B– Oh I remember. They’re your men.

Peter Pan: Uh-huh.

Wendy: I'm so glad you came back tonight. I might never have seen you.

Peter Pan: Why?

Wendy: Because I have to grow up tomorrow.

Peter Pan: Grow up?

Wendy: Tonight’s my last night in the nursery.

Peter Pan: But that means… no more stories!

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_________________to continue doing something, especially work

_________________violent and dangerous

_________________used to refer to the time when something started

_________________clothes or sheets are untidy because they have folds in them

_________________The place where an animal sleeps

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Answers:

Match the words to the sentences:

Wendy: Oh don’t lock it, mother. He might come back.

Mrs. Darling: He?

Wendy: Yes, ah, Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.

Mrs. Darling: Oh, and what’s that?

Wendy: His shadow.

Mrs. Darling: Shadow?

Wendy: Mmmm. Nana had it, but I-I took it away.

Mrs. Darling: Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear.

Mrs. Darling: But George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana?

Mr. Darling: Safe? Of course, they’ll be safe. Why not?

Mrs. Darling: Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I—

Mr. Darling: Shadow? Whose shadow?

Mrs. Darling: Peter Pan’s.

Mr. Darling: Oh, Peter Pa– Peter Pan! You don’t say.  Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?

Mrs. Darling: But George, really I–

Mr. Darling: Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard!

Mrs. Darling: There must have been someone—

Mr. Darling: Oh Mary, of all the impossible childish fiddle-faddle, Peter Pan, indeed. How can we expect the children grow up and be practical—

Mrs. Darling: George, dear.

Mr. Darling: —when you’re as bad as they are? No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.

Peter Pan: Over there Tink, in its (1)den. Is it there? Must be here somewhere.  Tink!  Shh! Stop playing and help me find my shadow.  Shadow? Shadow? Huh? Aha!

Wendy: Peter Pan!  Oh, Peter, I knew you’d come back! I saved your (2) shadow for you. Oh I do hope it isn’t (3)rumpled. You know, you look exactly the way I thought you would. Oh, a little taller perhaps. But then…Oh, you can’t stick it on with (4) soap, Peter. It needs sewing. That’s the proper way to do it. Although, come to think of it, I’ve never thought about it before. Ah, (5)sewing shadows, I mean. Of course, I knew it was your shadow the minute I saw it. And I said to myself, I said “I’ll put it away for him until he comes back. Oh he’s sure to come back”. And you did, didn’t you, Peter? After all, one can’t leave his shadow lying about, and not miss it sooner or later, uh, don’t you agree? What I still don’t understand is how Nana got it (6)in the first place. She really isn’t… Oh, sit down. It won’t take long. She really isn’t (7)vicious, you know. She’s a wonderful nurse, although father says–

Peter Pan: Girls talk too much.

Wendy: Yes, (8) girls talk too– Hmmm? Oh.

Peter Pan: Well, (9)get on with it, girl.

Wendy: My name is Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling.

Peter Pan: Wendy’s enough.

Wendy: Oh. But how did Nana get your shadow, Peter?

Peter Pan: Jumped at me, the other night at the (10) window.

Wendy: Well what were you doing there?

Peter Pan: I came to listen to the stories.

Wendy: My stories? But they’re all about you.

Peter Pan: Of course. That’s why I like them. I tell them to the Lost Boys.

Wendy: The Lost B– Oh I remember. They’re your men.

Peter Pan: Uh-huh.

Wendy: I'm so glad you came back tonight. I might never have seen you.

Peter Pan: Why?

Wendy: Because I have to grow up tomorrow.

Peter Pan: Grow up?

Wendy: Tonight’s my last night in the nursery.

Peter Pan: But that means… no more stories!