Me: Something is going on, Nell. Dave has mud on his nose and cheeks and Gladys is wearing Poppy’s suit of armour.
Nell: Well spotted, Sherlock Martin.
Me: And there is something very strange about Terry.
Nell: Tell me.
Me: He has a hole in his nose.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: And he really smells of seaweed and not in a good way.
Me: What if they do the same to Poppy? What if she comes back all quiet and shy with a hole in her nose smelling of seaweed?
Nell: Calm down. Now, I am going to tell you something and you have to promise me that this stays between us.
Me: I can’t. I know everyone will keep quiet about it. Is it about Poppy?
Me: It’s about Terry, isn’t it?
Nell: Yes. And bacon.
Me: Bacon? I can’t believe we are discussing bacon at a time like this.
Nell: You know I said Squawk had stolen the bacon when he attacked Terry?
Nell: Well, that was because Terry had no bacon on him when he arrived here. But when questioned by Sally, Terry had no knowledge of any bacon.
Me: A bang on the head can do that to you, Nell.
Nell: Yes. Terry seems to have forgotten himself completely, doesn’t he?
Me: He’s certainly asking a lot of questions.
Nell: That’s because Terry isn’t Terry.
Nell: We have reason to believe that Terry is Squawk and the real Terry is imprisoned somewhere with Poppy.
Me. And the bacon?
Nell: Exactly. So, David is going to find her. He is camouflaged and ready with Gladys by his side.
Me: Don’t you think Knitwear Wolf might be better?
Nell: David is doing this his way.
Me: Yes. Sorry.