Me: What are you two looking for?
Nell: Even while swimming one must stay alert. The Black Claw could be anywhere.
Me: I don’t like the sound of that.
Nell: Reports have come in from trusted friends of animals behaving badly.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: A certain Flossy Mae from Georgia in the US tipped over the rubbish bin and she would never have done that under normal circumstances.
Me: How shocking.
Nell: Yes. She doesn’t know what came over her.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: Fortunately she called our Helpline and spoke to our Chief Advisor who was able to help.
Me: We have a Helpline?
Nell: Of course. Animals need to be able to turn to us for advice when they feel the badness coming on.
Me: Who is the Chief Advisor? Mutley?
Nell: Mutley can’t hear. There is no point in phoning him.
Me: It can’t be Alejandro as his English isn’t that good. Gladys doesn’t do advice and Harriet’s busy being a spy.
Nell: The answer is obvious.
Me: It is?
Nell: Yes. It’s David. He knows all about making mistakes, he has a heart of gold and winning ways.
Me: And a lovely telephone voice.
Nell: Yes. Just what is needed.
Me: Do you know I wondered why he was walking around with headphones talking to himself.
Nell: He’s been taking calls all morning. Poppy had to make him several bacon sandwiches as his energy levels were low.
Me: They would be. I’m so glad he isn’t Left Out anymore.
Nell: Yes. He is safely involved.
Me: So what happens next? I heard Sally is on her way from London.
Nell: Yes. She is meeting with the surveillance team on the ground.
Me: Gladys and Alejandro?
Nell: No. Henry and Horst. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
