GT: Come on you two! There is much to be done.
[Only groans can be heard as the children argue about who gets to the bathroom first...]
GT: It is no good filling us with stories about 'transformations' or whatever it was you did at school. The yard has to be transformed. So ....
LM: Breakfast first, please
[Little Fung pleads similarly!]
LM: Why, oh why, can't we just laze around like other children?
LF: There is no school today - so why do we have to be up with birds? Is there no justice?
LM: Why did you have to go on so about the transformations we did in school? Granma T seems to have found a perfect excuse to get us doing chores...
LF: Again! Surprise, surprise...
LM: Race you down - can you smell that lovely bread?
LF: Yes, it does make mornings more bearable
GT: You are missing the best part of the day...
LF: Why do grown ups always say that?
LM: Especially when YOU are tired and still sleepy.
GT: Come on now, no more moaning. Get your breakfast then out into the yard. Let us put theory into practice.
GT: Yes, I was most taken with what you had to say about transforming one thing into another... my mind has been racing with things that transform... from one state into another... and into another.
LF: Oh yes? [ Still not fully awake!]
GT: Flour, water and yeast transformed into bread. Bread eaten and transformed into energy. Children full of energy go out into the yard and tidying up...PERFECT example.
LM: What was that about being full of energy?
LF: Granma, you appear to have got the idea about transformations.
LM: But WE were only talking about mathematical transformations and the things that stay the same after some change has taken place....
GT: Pardon me! Does that make sense?
LF: Yes! We could go into the yard and do nothing!
GT: Oh no, into the yard doing the chores transforms into pocket money and going to the market this afternoon.
LM: Granma! You certainly have grasped the idea of transformations ...but why does the yard always need doing? Are there no other transformations we could do for you?
LF: How about a transformation that changes me from being drowsy and back to being asleep?
GT: Come on it is seven o' clock. The yard must be tidy before the others appear and they begin to transform our closed removal firm back into life.
LM: (Stifling a yawn) Having everyone around soon changes the atmosphere here - no more peace and tranquillity but hustle, bustle and clatter.
LF: What have you written here Granma? ...Metamorph.. Oh I can't say this word!
GT: Meta MOR Phosis! You had better ask Mai Ling about that once the yard has been done....All that starts with caterpillars and butterflies...
LM: I am beginning to get confused... Little Fung let's just get on with the yard....
In the meantime, transform this: