Harriet’s favourite time of day

Me: So, how is it all going with the owl hats?

Nell: Quiet. Mutley is reading the puppies their Morning Story. It’s Harriet’s favourite time of the day.

Me: What is he reading?

Nell: Peter Pan. Everyone is awfully worried about Tinkerbell.

Me: Gosh. I remember that. Clap your hands if you believe in fairies.

Nell: Personally I find it hard to believe.

Me: What? That there are fairies?

Nell: Of course not. That anyone would think there aren’t.

Me: True. But some people are sceptics.

Nell: Their loss. David sees himself as Peter, of course, and Harriet as Wendy. Malcolm and Timothy want to be John and Michael.

Me: How are Malcolm and Timothy, by the way?

Nell: Absolutely fine. In the best of moods. The Beefies were terrified of the owl hats. They flew off as soon as they saw them shouting: “Owl. Owl.”

Me: Brilliant.

Nell: Yes. We are all very pleased. Now who is that at the door? It’s far too early for Tony.

Me: I will go and see.

Nell: Tell them to come back later. I’m still in my dressing gown.

Me: There’s an owl outside.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Wearing a bowler hat and carrying a briefcase.

Nell: I don’t care what it’s wearing. What does it want?

Me: It’s from the council and it’s investigating a complaint about a couple of imposters.

Nell: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Me: Probably.

Nell: Right. You keep it talking while I hide the owl hats and warn the others. Stop looking so guilty.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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