Me: Who the hell is that?
Nell: Mind your language, please. There are young animals around.
Me: It’s put me off my cornflakes.
Nell: Come upstairs and I’ll tell you. David had a bad night so Mutley and Harriet are letting him sleep in front of the fire.
Me: That’s the scariest sheep I’ve ever seen.
Nell: Yes. After Henry’s last message we decided to do some research. Timothy is lying low at the moment due to the holiday season so he volunteered to go online.
Me: It’s a tough time of year for turkeys.
Nell: Exactly. Anyway, it turns out Sadie Hunter is part of the Hunter clan and her partner in crime is Ramson Hunter.
Me: Is that him?
Nell: Yes, and we have reason to believe he is holding Sally and Henry prisoner.
Me: Oh dear. Do we know where?
Nell: We are hoping for another message from Henry but Knitwear Wolf thinks it might be up at Beefy Mansion on Dartmoor.
Me: Knitwear Wolf comes into his own in this weather, doesn’t he? All those thick sweaters and warm cardigans.
Nell: We are discussing imprisonment not knitwear.
Me: Yes, of course.
Nell: Apparently Ramson Hunter is known for his ruthlessness so we need to free them as soon as we can.
Me: Does Dave know?
Nell: We haven’t told him yet. Fortunately The Cat persuaded Sadie to stay over last night.
Me: How did it do that?
Nell: Cheese. She can’t resist it.
Me: Clever.
Nell: It had a Swiss cheese fondue evening. It turns out that Hamish can yodel.
Me: Has there been any sign of his sporran?
Nell: Oh yes. That cheese stealing Beefy flies over regularly throwing mackerel out of it.
Me: Were they fresh?
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: No. Sorry.
