Nell: Little Marvin is doing well.
Me: That’s very good to hear. Look at his sweet little face. Bless him.
Nell: You are not getting a puppy.
Me: I know.
Nell: It’s bad enough that we seem to have acquired a wolf.
Me: That’s different.
Nell: It certainly is.
Nell: I’m also beginning to think the pigeons might be in league with the Beefies.
Me: I suppose they are all birds.
Nell: There have been reports of an elderly seagull sporting a tweed cap in Wales.
Me: Was it wearing socks?
Nell: Possibly.
Me: Only Romeo flew by in socks this morning when he was serenading Susan.
Nell: He’s been told to stop doing that. He keeps waking the neighbours and Malcolm is becoming irate.
Me: I can’t imagine Malcolm getting cross. He is such a gentle flamingo.
Nell: Did you notice if the socks were soft?
Me: I can’t say I did.
Nell: I wonder who’s doing all the knitting?
Me: Oh my goodness. I’ve just had an awful thought.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: What if the Welsh corgi choir have defected and gone over to the Beefies?
Nell: Don’t be silly.
Me: And what if Myfanwy is actually a double agent?
Nell: Myfanwy wasn’t an agent in the first place so she can’t be double anything.
Me: Sally has her paws in more pies than we can count. Maybe Myfanwy was undercover.
Nell: You need your breakfast. You always start fantasising when you have a sugar low.
Me: It was just an idea.
Nell: If a badger with a barrel knocks on the door send him through to Poppy.
Me: A badger?
Nell: It’ll be Bob from the brewery about Kev’s party. Now, go and eat. Tony the Postman brought us some fresh eggs.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
