M: No, they're much too strong for that.These trees are over 200 years old, you know, so they must be tough.Anyway, ready to jog again?
W: In a couple of minutes.I'm enjoying the cookies.Hey -- did you hear a child sobbing just now?
M: No, I didn't.Probably the branches creaking.
W: I suppose you're right.I must be imaging things.Ah...listen, there it is again.
M: I heard it too, then.It seems to be up in this tree somewhere...Yes, look! There's a kid up there -- there, over on the left.
W: Where?I can't see anything.
M: By that big broken branch.
W: Oh, yes.He must be terrified in this wind! We'll have to help him if we can.
M: Don't look at me -- I'm terrified of heights.Let's call the Fire Brigade.
W: No, he may fall if we wait for them.Look, I'll climb up.Guide me, will you?
M: But, Lucy, it's very dangerous -- I'm warning you! Oh, be careful.Now, over to the left.No! Not that branch.It's dead.Gently does it.That's right -- make him climb down after you.Slowly now..., lift him down to me.Now then, young man, what's your name?Hey, he's running away!W: OK, hero -- how about lifting me down now?
