Dylan: It's your turn Darce.
Darcy: But... he eats children.
Dylan: You know the rules. If you want to play cricket, you have to take your turn to get the ball if it goes over the fence.
Aaron: And it's your turn. It's ok. He won't eat you. You're too little. One gulp and you'd be gone. He wouldn't even taste you. You'd be like a... a bean.
Darcy: A bean?
Dylan: Yeah, or a pea.
Darcy: A pea?
Aaron: I'll keep watch and let you know if he's coming.
