Book · Summer · West Side Story

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Me: Dave is posing in the living room.

Nell: Yes. They are sending a photographer and he is practising in case.

Me: Who?

Nell: The Daily Growl.

Me: Why?

Nell: Jim’s a farm dog. Harriet is a princess. They are playing the leads in West Side Story and they are in love. Apparently it’s a great story.

Me: Actually I would read that too. Harriet’s not a princess, though.

Nell: Excuse me? Her pedigree is impeccable. She is most definitely a princess in everything but name.

Me: True. Then Dave is a prince.

Nell: I have to say David is really growing into an extremely handsome young labrador.

Me: He’s gorgeous and so good natured too.

Nell: Yes, he has a sunny disposition but I wouldn’t like to see what he would do if anyone upset Harriet. He is fiercely protective.

Me: Yes. Oh my goodness. You don’t think there is going to be a fight, do you?

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Between Dave and the surfers and the farm dogs?

Nell: What are you talking about? This is Devon not New York and as far as I know the surfers get on perfectly well with the farm dogs.

Me: Two rival gangs with Harriet and Jim caught in the middle. It doesn’t bear thinking about.

Nell: Then don’t. If I were you, I would go and have a lie down. Your imagination is running away with you again.

Me: Yes, sorry.

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