Who ate the scone?

Me: You two look ever so guilty.

Nell: We do not. These are our Focussed Faces.

Me: Guilty faces you mean.

Nell: No. Concerned.

Me: Why? What has happened?

Nell: Someone ate the last scone.

Me: Who would do such a thing?

Nell: We think it might have been Monty.

Me: Monty the Moose? He isn’t greedy. He’s rather restrained for a large animal.

Nell: It was probably The Cat then.

Me: The Cat isn’t fussed about scones. It prefers smoked salmon.

Nell: Well, the scone has definitely gone so somebody ate it.

Me: I have the distinct feeling that you two shared it.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: You’ve got guilt written all over your faces.

Nell: We have not. Just because David has a history of making mistakes doesn’t mean he made one today.

Me: True.

Nell: Can we move on please? I have far more pressing concerns on my mind.

Me: What are you worried about?

Nell: Myfanwy is about to make a fool of herself over Knitwear Wolf.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a corgi pine but it’s not a pleasant thing.

Me: I can imagine.

Nell: There is an awful lot of sighing and sad singing.

Me: Are you sure he doesn’t know?

Nell: He has no idea. But he will do soon because she’s written a poem.

Me: What does it say?

Nell: ‘Rupert is stylish

Rupert is strong

Rupert wears cardigans

Both short and long.

He’s the handsomest wolf

I ever did see

I love him so much

I just wish he loved me.’

Me: How adorable.

Nell: Rupert is a tall handsome wolf and Myfanwy is a short round Welsh corgi. It’s not going to work.

Me: Well, I prefer to think it might. Sorry.

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