the Mole: Hello!
the Boy: Hello!
the Mole: What are you doing here?
the Boy: I'm...lost.
the Mole: Oh dear! Well, that's no good. So how did you get here? Well, HELLO!
the Boy: Hello, who?
the Mole: Hello, cake!
the Boy: What cake?
the Mole: That cake! It looks delicious, spectacular, I mean it's magnificent.
the Boy: I can't see a cake.
the Mole: It's...it's...Oh it's a TREE.
the Boy: It is a lovely tree, and it did look a bit like a cake.
the Mole: So...Yes. Well, no cake, and you are lost.
the Boy: Yes.
the Mole: An old mole once told me:"When you're lost, follow the river, and it will take you home."
the Boy: But I can't see a river.
the Mole: Perhaps you can see one from that branch. And if you happens to see a cake while you are up...
the Boy: I'm so sorry!
the Mole: Oh no, I am sorry.
the Boy: Are you ok?
the Mole: Completely my fault.
the Boy: I'm really sorry.
the Mole: Well, no. Thank you. I was feeling a bit warm actually. What can you see?
the Boy: Nothing, really.
the Mole: Oh...What do you want to be when you grow up?
the Boy: Kind.
the Mole: Mmm. Nothing beats kindness. It sits quietly beyond all things. So much beauty we need to look after.
the Boy: Yes. So much. Are you all right?
the Mole: Yes. Sorry. Totally fine. No, just thought we should start looking for that river. Lemon drizzle! This is quite a hill.
the Boy: Is this better?
the Mole: Oh! Well I don't want to be so much trouble.
the Boy: It's okay.
the Mole: Oh well, thank you!
the Boy: What's that over there?
the Mole: It's the wild. Don't fear it.
the Boy: Look! I can see a river.
the Mole: Wait! What? I said don't fear it, not charge straight at it. I mean, really. Good Grief!
the Boy: Do you have a favorite saying?
the Mole: Yes.
the Boy: What is it?
the Mole: If at first you don't succeed, have some cake.
the Boy: I see. Does it work?
the Mole: Every time.
the Boy: Did the old mole say which way we should follow?
the Mole: Mmm...I didn't ask her that.
the Boy: Oh. Isn't it odd, we can only see our outsides, but nearly everything happens on the inside? Is there...something there? It's getting dark.
the Mole: Shall we...hmm?
the Boy: Good idea!
the Mole: We can set off properly tomorrow.
the Boy: What was that? Imagine how we'd be if we were...less afraid.
the Mole: Most of the old moles I know wish they'd listened less to their fears, and more to their dreams. What do you dream about?
the Boy: Home.
the Mole: Oh. What's that like?
the Boy: I don't know. I'm...not sure. But, I know I need one.
the Mole: Oh, golly! He looks hungry!
the Boy: He does. It's ok. The fox is gone. What was that?
the Mole: I'm not sure.
the Boy: Do you think someone is hurt?
the Mole: Maybe.
the Boy: Should we go and check?
the Mole: Good idea. I'll stay in here to... keep you warm.
the Boy: Okay. Thank you. It's the fox! He's...trapped.
the Mole: Oh dear!
the Boy: Please, be careful!
the Mole: I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I am not afraid...
the Fox: If I wasn't caught in this snare...I'd kill you!
the Mole: If you stay in that snare, you'll... die!
the Boy: You did so well!
the Mole: One of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things.
the Mole: Lovely morning! Should we get go...?
the Boy: Whoops! You're rolling! You look like a snowball. No, a mole ball, a snow mole... Stop rolling!
the Mole: Goodness me!
the Boy: Oh gosh! No! The river. Look out! Take my hand! Oh no! The fox! No! No! No! No...
the Mole: Thank you!
the Boy: Thank you. Oh the fox is back. Do you think he's coming with us?
the Mole: Oh, I do hope so.
the Boy: Maybe he's lost, too.
the Mole: Well I think everyone feels a bit lost sometimes. I know I do. I know what a home looks like.
the Boy: Do you?
the Mole: Yes. It has walls, a roof, a bell above the door, and cakes in every window.
the Boy: I think that's a cake shop.
the Mole: Oh! Is that not a type of home?
the Boy: You can't live in a cake shop.
the Mole: Well, why ever not?
the Boy: I think home is somewhere warm, and kind, with lights.
the Mole: Oh! Hello!
the Horse: Hello!
the Boy: Hello! Have... you been here a while?
the Horse: It feels that way.
the Boy: Are you lost?
the Horse: No.
the Mole: We are, but we... have a plan. Oh...the snow on the trees, it really does look just like icing!
the Boy: You are obsessed. Doing nothing with friends is never doing nothing, is it?
the Mole: No. Oh! Look at that! I am so small!
the Boy: Yes. But you make a HUGE difference!
the Horse: So, what are we doing?
the Mole: Well, we are on a quest for cake.
the Horse: Are you now?
the Mole: No no, not really. We're following the river to find a home.
the Horse: How far is it?
the Boy: We...don't know.
the Horse: Well, let's get going then.
the Boy: How fast can you run?
the Mole: Well I wouldn't say I was a natural athlete, but I did once win a digging competition.
the Boy: I don't mean YOU.
the Mole: Oh, I see. Well, oh! Golly!
the Horse: You fell. But I've got you!
the Boy: Sorry!
the Horse: It was an accident.
the Boy: It was my fault. I let go. Oh gosh! Sorry. Sorry.
the Horse: Ah no, tears fall for a reason. And they are your strength, not weakness.
the Boy: I think you believe in me, more than I do.
the Horse: You'll catch up. Life is difficult...but you're loved.
the Boy: Look! Lights! That looks like a home.
the Mole: Yes, it does, doesn't it?
the Boy: The fox never really speaks.
the Mole: No. And it's lovely he's with us.
the Fox: To be honest, I...I often feel I've got nothing interesting to say.
the Horse: Being honest is always interesting.
the Boy: What's the bravest thing you've ever said?
the Horse: "HELP!" Asking for help isn't giving up. It's refusing to give up.
the Mole: Sometimes I want to say "I love you all", but I find it difficult.
the Boy: Do you?
the Mole: Yes. So I say something like "I'm glad we're all here".
the Boy: Okay.
the Mole: I'm glad we're all here!
the Boy: We are so glad you're here, too!
the Mole: Ahh!
the Boy: What should we do? That didn't sound good.
the Mole: Good grief! I don't like this!
the Horse: When the big things feel out of control, focus on what you love right under your nose.
the Boy: Oh I like that!
the Horse: The storm will pass!
the Boy: Oh no! Where are the lights? I can't see them anymore. It feels like we have such a long way to go.
the Horse: I know. But look how far we've come.
the Boy: I just...don't think we can do this. I'm never going to find a home.
the Fox: You know, sometimes your mind plays tricks on you. It can tell you you are no good, that it's all hopeless. But I've discovered this: you are loved, and important, and you bring to this world things that no one else can. So hold on!
the Boy: Are you all right?
the Horse: There's...something I haven't told you.
the Boy: What?
the Horse: I can fly.
the Boy: You can fly?
the Horse: Yes. But I stopped, because it made the other horses jealous.
the Boy: Well, we love you, whether you can fly, or not. Come and join us.
the Fox: Oh I think I'll stay here. Thank you!
the Boy: Please? Wow~~Wow~~
the Horse: Look! There it is!
the Boy: You found it. It...looks like a home, doesn't it?
the Mole: Well, here we are then.
the Boy: Yes. Thank you! Goodbye!
the Fox: Always remember: You are enough, just as you are!
the Mole: I'm glad we're all here!
the Boy: I'm so glad you're here, too! Goodbye! I'm really going to miss you... No! Home isn't always a place, is it?
the Mole: Well, this is warm.
the Fox: Mmm...and very kind.
the Horse: And look at the stars!
the Boy: So, you know all about me.
the Horse: Yes!
the Boy: And, you still love me?
the Horse: We love you all the more!
the Boy: That's why we are here, isn't it?
the Mole: For cake?
the Boy: To love, and be loved.
