(Pause.)

'I don't like the mad stuff,' said the small girl.

'No,' said the brown cat.

'And I don't like the sad stuff,' said the small girl.

'No,' said the brown cat.

'And I don't like all the things,' said the small girl,

'...the stupid stuff does.'

(Pause.)

'I don't like how it makes me feel,' said the small girl.

'No,' said the brown cat.

'But the bad, sad and stupid stuff is always there,' said the small girl.

'Hm,' said the brown cat.

'And it wants me to look at it,' said the small girl,

'...all the time.'

(Pause.)

'Why don't you look at the good stuff instead?' asked the brown cat.

'There isn't any,' said the small girl.

'There is,' said the brown cat.

'There isn't,' said the small girl.

'There really is,' said the brown cat.

'Where, is there?' asked the small girl.

(Pause.)

'Up,' said the dishevelled little owl.