Thumbelina1992

Mr. Mole:
Mm! I just love the smell of dirt in the morning.

Thumbelina:
It's so dark in here I can barely see.

Mr. Mole:
Ooh, you'll get used to it, my dear. You'll come to love the dark as I do. You find all sorts of interesting things in the ground, for instance, look at this.

Thumbelina:
[there's a swallow lying dead on the ground; Thumbelina gasps] Oh!

Mona:
Now how- however did a bird get down here?

Mr. Mole:
Birds are not the smartest of creatures, you know.

Thumbelina:
[runs to the swallow's side] Oh, poor thing. He looks like the swallow who sang to me once long ago.

Mr. Mole:
You can bet he won't be singing anymore! [both Mr. Mole and Mona laugh]

Thumbelina:
Please don't make fun of him. This could be the bird who sang to me. He was a sweet bird...

Mona:
Augh, don't be a silly girl. All swallows look alike, you can't tell one from the other.

Mr. Mole:
Unlike moles, which are quite distinctive.

Mona:
Mm-hmm, especially one so noble looking as yourself. We have to get back home.