He started sobbing, clutching his little head
Elm: Hey-hey, it's ok Hazel...it's not your fault-you didn't know...c'mon-let's go have a picnic. I'll make you spaghetti...
"P-icnic.."
Elm: Yeah-and you can bring Happy...
Okay.."
Elm: Ok...
He rubbedv his eyes
He kisses the top of Hazel's head
"Mm.."
Elm: Are you ok...?
