Playground Father:

[pushing kids on roundabout]
Easy, be careful. Playground Father:
[Little Pink tugs his coat]
What? Little Pink:
Will you put me on that? Playground Father:
Well where's your mum at? Little Pink:
She's gone to the shops. Playground Father:
Yes all right. Playground Father:
[Pushes little pink and the other kids on the roundabout]
How's that then enjoying it? Playground Father:
Ooh Wabba lovely lovely. Playground Father:
[Little Pink follows him]
What you again? [shoos him away] Playground Father:
Off you go, Go on. Playground Father:
[Little pink still follows him much to the Mans annoyance]
What have I told you about this? What have I told you; your not mine. Now sling your hook, Go on sling your hook. Little Pink:
[walks to a swing set by himself and sits down as he sees many children playing with their parents, and frowns]