“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.”

“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.”

“For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.”

“Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.”

“My name's Peter. Can I play too?”