Her:Â Mummy, Molly Malone died and her â€œfantÃ´meâ€ pushed her wheelbarrow.
Her:Â Thatâ€™s unusual for fishmongers, isnâ€™t it?
Her:Â Mummy there were two dead flies in the hall where my course is.
Her: Like Snow White.
Me: I suppose.
Her: But, if the fly prince came, they wouldnâ€™t be dead anymore.