Hel --- lo there, little one!
What's your name then, handsome boy?
Erm, my name is Max. Why?
That's a pretty name for a pretty boy;
How are you, pretty boy?
I'm, Err, fine, thank you, lady.
How are you?
What lovely manners you have, little one.
Would you like me to buy you an ice cream?
Erm, I don't know.
My mum says I shouldn't.
Just for once maybe she won't mind.
Or maybe we just won't tell her.
I don't know, lady, my mum wouldn't like it.
But you would really love an ice cream, wouldn't you?
One of those big ones, with a chocolate flake in it.
Come along, I know a lovely ice cream parlour not far from here;
you'll be back in a minute.
No harm done.
Where is your mum, anyway?
There she is, coming out of that shop.
M U M
I'm over here.
Max, who were you talking to?
There was this lady, Mum,
and she was going to buy me an . . . . . . .
Now, where did she get to?
She was here a minute ago.
Never mind, Max, let's go and have an ice cream, shall we?