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.
