Sunday sombreros

Me: That sombrero suits Harriet, doesn’t it?

Nell: Yes. Fortunately The Cat had a whole selection.

Me: Good.

Nell: I wasn’t expecting to spend my Sunday in a large brimmed hat but needs must, I suppose.

Me: The Beefies seem pleased.

Nell: Poppy says they’re making a fortune selling them to tourists down at the beach.

Me: I bet they are.

Nell: Quite. Although Myfanwy said Pamela is swamped in hers.

Me: Do I know Pamela?

Nell: She’s a rather portly Pekingese from Paignton. Lovely singing voice, but definitely not a dancer.

Me: We’re all a bit like a walking advertisement for the Beefies.

Nell: That’s it. You’ve hit the snail on its head.

Me: You mean nail.

Nell: No, I don’t. Anyway, that text to David from Alejandro. The Beefies are behind it.

Me: So is he working with them?

Nell: Not by choice, perhaps.

Me: Why do you say that?

Nell: Well, you know he’s been identified as a suspicious alpaca?

Me: Yes.

Nell: I wonder if there is a problem with his visa.

Me: I don’t think we need to worry about that. Life is complicated enough without sorting out a South American alpaca’s visa requirements.

Nell: I think the Beefies are threatening to report him.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: They forced him to kidnap Gladys and send that text.

Me: The villains.

Nell: We need to speak to Alejandro.

Me: Good idea.

Nell: He needs to trust us, not the Beefies. I’m going to arrange to meet him. Harriet can come with me.

Me: What about Dave?

Nell: David can stay in the background.

Me: That might be difficult.

Nell: Why?

Me: He just walked past in a sequinned poncho.

Nell: He wasn’t wearing a false moustache though, was he?

Me: No, but The Cat was. Sorry.

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