[Sitting in the bottom bunk of the boys’ bunk beds, with a blanket thrown over the top bunk to create a den.]

J: We need that lion.

D: OK. Isn’t he a bit fierce to come in our den.

J: No! He very friendly.

D: OK. I’ll get him.

J: No! I’ll get him. You stay here. I must go.

D: OK. Go on then.

J: [Clambering out of the den, grunting] Look out from lions.

D: OK, I will.

J: And bears.

D: And bears, OK.

J: And ladders. You might fall down them. [Drags toy lion into den, grunting] What vat noise?

D: It’s just the radio.

J: It’s a monster.

D: Oh dear. We’d better tell it not to come in our den.

J: Whack it with a hammer.

D: Yes, we could whack it with a hammer, I suppose.

J: Dandad got a hammer.

D: Yes, Grandad has got a hammer.

J: For whacking monsters.

D: Well, among other things, yes, if you like.

J: Dandad not whack bunny, or vat dog.

D: No, he wouldn’t do that.

J: Or bunny, no.

D: No, he wouldn’t whack your bunny.

J: Just monsters.

D: Yes, just monsters.