 Oh, it's me, Pop. Come in. Hurry, hurry. Hurry, there's a moose in the hoose, and we've got to get him moved. Well, don't get so excited about it. Where is he? The moose is in the hoose. Where's your mother? At the hut. She's up there. Oh, hello, dear. Richard, I'm warning you. You'd better catch that monster. I will, dear. I will. Now, boy, I can't figure adults out. Mummy's afraid of that widow mouse, and Pop ain't yet popped afraid of Mummy. Now, I should have something to throw at him.