What if

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.

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