Frank: Oh I’m so glad; I’ve been looking for you all morning; my eye-sight, something’s up with it.
Frank: Oh don’t worry don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ve just been ever so slightly altered.
Mildred: Altered? Look at you! Oh Frank decapitation isn’t known for enhancing one’s visual capabilities you know.
Frank: You sound like my mother.
Mildred: Well if she was still alive, she’d say the same thing: Stay deep Frank; it’s safer.
Frank: I know, I know.
Frank: Scale of 1 – 10?
Frank: Oh. So not too bad then.
Mildred: Oops, you’ve pushed me off the Richter scale.
Frank: I’ll be silent then.
Mildred: Thank you.
Frank: What’s up?
Frank: Go on.
Mildred: It’s them.
Frank: I guessed.
Mildred: They’re still talking about it.
Frank: I heard.
Mildred: They’re still saying the same thing…
Mildred: About how they want to change the world.
Mildred: Or make it a better place.
Mildred: But what does that even mean?
Frank: What do you mean?
Mildred: Well, what do they mean make the world a better place? How is that even possible? I mean what’s wrong with the way the rain falls and the flowers grow? How can those things possibly be bettered?
Mildred: How can you be so calm?
Frank: Who said I was?
Mildred: Your “ah.”
(sound of laughing)
Mildred: It’s not funny.
Frank: A little bit?
Mildred: It’s just….
Frank: It doesn’t feel it’s the world that needs changing?
Mildred: But do you think they will?
Frank. Maybe. Just, stop worrying about it okay?
Mildred: I know, I know… there’s only so much a worm can do.
Frank: Do you feel like dancing?
Mildred: Not really.
Frank: A hug?
Mildred: A hug? Yes. I’d like a hug please.
(Sound of worms hugging)
Mildred: Love you Frankie.
Frank: Love you MIldy.