Me: There are two small owls eating cereal in the kitchen.
Nell: Yes. It’s Tawny Tim and his colleague Barney. Malcolm is giving them their morning muesli while Poppy finishes baking scones for the patrol.
Me: Oh, I see.
Nell: It’s a hard life being an owl you know. You should try it some time.
Me: I don’t think I will, thank you.
Nell: You wouldn’t make a good owl. They are birds of great integrity. Wise and serene.
Me: I can be serene and I have moments of wisdom.
Nell: Completely delusional.
Me: Any sign of the Beefies?
Nell: None yet, but Robin Hoot says we mustn’t be complacent. They are probably planning something. Wretched creatures.
Nell: David and The Cat are going down to the Quay this afternoon to see if their numbers have increased. They like to gather there.
Me: Those owls look tired to me.
Nell: They’ve just come off the night shift.
Me: Not firing on owl cylinders then?
Nell: Do stop.
Me: In owl honesty, if owl else fails and I am needed, just let me know. I’m prepared to give it my owl.
Nell: You see while we are trying to protect Malcolm and Timothy all you can do is make silly owl jokes.
Me: You are right. Owl good things must come to an end.
Nell: Enough. Go and do some writing.
Me: Yes. That’s owl for now. Sorry.