Poppy saves the day

Me: What’s going on. I thought I heard a helicopter?

Nell: You did. It’s Poppy.

Me: Poppy?

Nell: Yes. Everything was getting completely ridiculous so Poppy made an executive decision and borrowed a chinook.

Me: Really?

Nell: As she pointed out what use is a pilot’s licence if you don’t use it?

Me: True.

Nell: They did a trial run of the covered wagon this morning and only got to the end of our lane before turning back.

Me: Oh no. What happened?

Nell: The wheels got stuck and David was so exhausted he ate a whole Madeira cake by mistake.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: The Cat said it’s never travelling in a wagon again.

Me: Muddy sequins?

Nell: Exactly and in the meantime Susan, Henry and the Buzzard Twins are half way to Dartmoor.

Me: And the Welsh Corgi Choir and Whippets Institute?

Nell They’ve been at the hotel since yesterday.

Me: It all makes sense now.

Nell: Does it?

Me: The helicopter is an excellent idea. Poppy can fly them up there in no time.

Nell: Yes. Fortunately the hotel can accommodate everyone as they will need to rest.

Me: I hope there’s space for Poppy to land.

Nell: We’re talking about Dartmoor here. All there is up there is space. Do keep up.

Me: They will draw attention to themselves.

Nell: That’s all sorted. They will be disguised as an Air Rescue team. The Cat has issued everyone with combat gear.

Me: It’s going to be an awfully big team with the Welsh corgis and the Whippets Institute.

Nell: Not them. Good grief. Try and be a little realistic. Just David, Harriet, Gladys, Alejandro, Poppy and The Cat.

Me: What about Knitwear Wolf?

Nell: He has his own knitted combats and beret. Very stylish.

Me: Of course. Sorry.

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