– You are stupid

– Why Passepartout?

– Admit it you are very stupid

– OK. I am stupid

– Good, now you know

– I am deeply enlightened

– Servants have their uses

– Always useful; now Go

– Go Where?

– There

– I love using your oxygen here

– Go

– Take me There! Lift me up and take me There!

– Why do you think I am still stupid?

– Cause you won't even lift me up and take me There. You

don't do stuff. You don't even correct me anymore. You

don't chastise me – you just don't do and do not care

– I kissed you the other yesterday

– No.5! Go and get some practise at least. Try for a bronze

medal. Do something, Fluff-fluff. Your Aouda is gone.

– OK. I’ll carry you There!

– Good. Now carry me There!

– OK. I’ve carried you There!

– Better. Now carry me There on all fours. Carry me There!

– OK. Satisfied?

– No.

– Why?

– You have to carry me on all fours singing

– I am the Master

– Yes and I am ordering you to sing

– I’ll tell you a story rather.

– OK

– About the giants who are buried neck-down in rock on Easter Island. They were hasty giants. They were the last ones left on earth to fix it zillion years ago. They sculpted the coastline of Asia full of care, full of variety but when it came to the Americas they just pushed the clay to the side into big piles as tall as mountains. The whole coastline from the south to the north just rock and mountain when it hardened. They also run out of islands to drip between Acapulco and Japan. They were too hot they said so they cracked the bottom off and let the Ocean in. What have you done? – said the Inspector General. Fix it or I will fix you! Too much water, can't do a thing. So he fixed them on Easter Island. But their legs dangle underneath and when a shark takes a bite they kick and then…

– And then?

– Tsunamis, earthquakes, the whole bowl wobbles and kills.

– That's a dumb story. Why don't you ever sing – Teach me to sing

– First tickle my belly.