Her: Mummy, Molly Malone died and her “fantôme” pushed her wheelbarrow.
Me: Yes.
Her: That’s unusual for fishmongers, isn’t it?
Me: Yes.
Her: Mummy there were two dead flies in the hall where my course is.
Me: Yes.
Her: Like Snow White.
Me: I suppose.
Her: But, if the fly prince came, they wouldn’t be dead anymore.