Serlan Pehmo, tuli hätä

There is no animation in this at all. It is essentially one chase, camera down at child height and running, through a meadow of tall grass and oxeye daisies, past the corner of a grey timber barn, up wooden steps with a goose in the way, to a small outhouse half buried in undergrowth. The tension is a child's bladder and nothing else, the voice a child in a hurry, tuli hätä, hätä, hätä, mulla on kiire. The product waits at the end of the run as set dressing, a roll standing on the outhouse window ledge and seen through the glazing bars with the child reflected in the glass, which is a quieter way to a pack shot than holding one to camera. It finishes on a close view of legs with blue shorts round the knees and SERLA supered on the planks beside them, which reads as bold for a television break.