"Hullo!"
"...hullo."
"It's me!"
"Aye, I can see it's you. Where are your folks today?"
"Pa's fishin' at the stream. It's all right long as I'm in shoutin' distance, he said."
"Oh."
"What are you doin'?"
"Whittlin'. Wait, why are you sitting there?"
"What's whittlin'? Can I sit here? You said I could sit next to you last time."
"Bloody child. Whittlin' is making something out of wood."
"What are you makin'?"
"What's it look like to you?"
"A piece of wood?"
"Aye. That's about what I figured."
"Why are you making wood out of wood?"
"I'm not. It'll be something better when I'm done. See? You use the tip of the knife to take off little bits and pieces, and give it a shape."
"Ohhh!"
"Not so close! Feckin...er...we don't want to whittle your little nose with it, do we?"
"Nay, don't whittle my nose!"
"Heh. I won't. If you can sit still and stop jabbering so, maybe I'll whittle something for you for the next time we meet."
"Oh, aye! Who's that one for?"
"...a friend."
"What's it going to be? It looks like a man what got melted somehow."
"...it is not a man, nor anything melted. Oi."
"Sorry."
"S'all right. You can sit there a bit longer if you like."
