Wake Wood Page #4

The house seems strange.

- It...

- Yeah, it is. Um...

- We came here for a break.

- I must have slept the whole way.

[Patrick] Is this for real?

After you.

No, you're not gonna get me.

[Patrick] Oh, Alice.

- [Patrick] Come on, start counting.

- One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

I'm coming, ready or not!

- [Patrick yells]

- [Louise laughs] I got you!

I found your father!

He's my prisoner! You're next!

Alice!

Come on, baby! Where are you?

[Patrick] Alice!

Alice?

Alice!

Al!

[Patrick] Alice!

Come on!

[Flies buzzing]

Alice.

Oh, sweetie. Are you OK?

What's that doing there?

I don't know. Maybe somebody put it

there to ward off the other birds.

- Hey, I found something.

- What?

Pick a hand.

- Pick another hand.

- Wrong.

Do you remember when you got it?

You gave it to me sometime.

Come on, baby. Time to go.

Mum, did you hear music last night?

- What kind of music?

- Voices, singing my name.

We'll take him home

and I can stitch him.

He doesn't have a collar.

[Whines]

- Dad.

- Uh-huh?

Can I do it?

Yeah, go and put

some of those gloves on.

OK, hold it. Hold it really tight.

Now, OK.

Now, open that. Take that piece.

Hang on. You pull that through and up.

Like that.

People shouldn't hurt animals,

should they?

No, they shouldn't.

And animals

shouldn't hurt people either.

Well, that's kind of different,

you know?

I'd heard you'd had a bit of trouble.

- Could say that, yeah.

- Mm.

- Dad, can we keep him?

- Well, I don't see why not.

- Mum said we could.

- Oh, she did, did she?

- I'm gonna call him Howie.

- Howie? Ooh, I like it.

Don't make it hard to say goodbye.

- Good night.

- Night.

- Got some blankets for us.

- OK.

Once upon a time, there was

a little tearaway called Alice.

- No, called Louise.

- This about me, is it?

OK, called Louise, and she lived

with her brothers and sisters.

- And her sheepdog.

- And her sheepdog.

And they lived in a big house on a hill

overlooking the city.

And the house had a field

and an orchard.

And every year the trees...

[knocking]

Hello, Alice. How are you?

How would you like

to come and ride our pony?

Dad, I'm going pony riding.

- Mrs O'Shea, it's very kind of you...

- Alice wants to ride our pony.

And it needs the exercise.

I'll bring her back later.

I'm sorry,

but, um, we made plans for today.

- No, Dad, I want to go now.

- Calm down.

- Mum, I've been invited pony riding.

- Oh?

Why don't you all come?

Tell you what, why we don't have

some breakfast and then we'll see.

OK.

[Mrs O'Shea] Keep her awake.

Now, would you like

to pop over a jump?

D'you think she's ready?

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