Digging a hole

PETER: (makes strange noises)

aahh...uuhh...pffff...

 

OLEG: (talks to himself)

What's that noise?

I hope Peter isn't in trouble again.

(Sees Peter standing in a deep hole)

Good heavens, Peter... what are you doing?

 

PETER:

Ugh... pfff... a... pfff... digging a hole... that ugh... pfff... as you see, Oleg.

 

OLEG:

But... why? I don't think Mummy Marian will like this.

 

PETER:

Ugh... pfff... well... Mummy Marian should be happy... pffff... about what I'm doing... pfff. There's... pffff.... a dead fly on the pffff... windowsill in the kitchen for a long time now. That's .... dis..dis..ou..... err.... pff.. not nice of her. I'm going to bury it now... pfff... in the... pfff... garden.

 

OLEG:

You're doing well, Peter, but you can't say that Mummy Marian isn't nice. She's busy as a grandmother with baby Rune.

 

PETER: (crying)

Sniff... I mean... sniff... it's not that I don't like Mummy Marian, Oleg... sniff...

I just feel so sorry for the fly... sniff...and...and...sniff...it deserves to be...sniff buried...sniff.

 

OLEG:

Don't cry, Peter...I know you mean well.

Come on, I'll help you bury the fly.

 

PETER:

Oleg... Would you like to make a wooden cross for the grave?

 

OLEG:

Well... um... I'll see what I can do.

 

PETER:

Thank you, Oleg (gives Oleg a snuffly kiss).

 

Done