[Voice]
[There's soft humming, gentle, but with no particular tune at first. And then...]
Pop goes the weasel.
Simon used to hate that game too. He cried once, I remember. Had to wipe his dripping eyes.
[She hums a little again, and now there's the sound of something moving back and forth.]
"Out, out, damn spot," she said. "Out."
Pop goes the weasel.
Simon used to hate that game too. He cried once, I remember. Had to wipe his dripping eyes.
[She hums a little again, and now there's the sound of something moving back and forth.]
"Out, out, damn spot," she said. "Out."