Well done, David

Nell: Let David sleep. He is exhausted after yesterday.

Me: Tell me again what happened.

Nell: Fortunately Poppy sleeps with her sword under her pillow.

Me: Yes.

Nell: So when the intruders entered the bedroom she sprang into action.

Me: Intruders? I only saw one knitted ghost.

Nell: It was a pyramid of Beefies under a blanket.

Me: Goodness me. Those dastardly birds.

Nell: Yes. They knew we wouldn’t suspect knitwear.

Me: Clever. Were the Beefies armed too?

Nell: Yes, with baguettes and mackerel.

Me: Same old. Same old.

Nell: Yes. They lack imagination. Obviously baguettes are easily sliced when you have a sword so Poppy dealt with those swiftly.

Me: Where was Mutley?

Nell: In the next room with Gladys and The Cat. When they heard the noise they both rushed in. The Cat recoiled at the sight before it.

Me: It can’t stand mackerel.

Nell: Gladys tried dancing but found she couldn’t.

Me: It wasn’t really a dancing moment.

Nell: No. They were frozen and that’s when they realised Sven Gully was under the blanket too.

Me: Oh no.

Nell: The Cat was actually eating a mackerel and talking in Swedish when The Great Mutliano walked in.

Me: Oh my goodness.

Nell: By this time we had all joined them. Mutliano and Gully both stared at each other and we held our breath.

Me: I’m doing that now.

Nell: Then David burped.

Me: What?

Nell: He’d eaten a mackerel by mistake and it never agrees with him.

Me: I have the same problem.

Nell: This distracted Gully and he lost concentration so The Great Mutliano was able to break the spell and sent them all home with their tails between their legs.

Me: I don’t think that works with birds.

Nell: That’s not the point.

Me: No. Sorry.

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