Everyone is singing it

Me: ‘Robin Woof, Robin Woof running through the waves.’

Nell: Do stop. I don’t mind if I never hear that song again.

Me: ‘Robin Woof, Robin Woof, also known as Dave.’

Nell: That’s enough now.

Me: It’s storming up the iChews charts. Everyone is singing it.

Nell: Gladys said she was in Walbarks this morning and heard it being played.

Me: Really?

Nell: And I was in the chilled food section at Barks and Spencer when an elderly pug broke into song. Most disconcerting.

Me: Did you say you knew Robin personally?

Nell: Of course I didn’t. I don’t go around courting publicity like some.

Me: Who’s doing that?

Nell: The Cat. Have you seen its latest outfit?

Me: No.

Nell: A diamond tiara and a velvet cloak. It’s handing out business cards to everyone.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: It’s calling itself ‘Designer to the stars.’

Me: Well, it designed all the costumes.

Nell: For a local pantomime not a Hollywood blockbuster.

Me: I think it’s fun.

Nell: David is never seen in public now without his feathered hat.

Me: Bless him.

Nell: Or a huge chorus of Merry Dogs.

Me: That’s a little more awkward.

Nell: Why do they all have to congregate here?

Me: This is the home of Robin Woof.

Nell: Well, they are eating us out of house and home. Poppy can’t keep up with it all.

Me: Thank goodness Pizza Mutt delivers.

Nell: If that’s another Merry Dog at the door tell it Robin is not here.

Me: It’s Myfanwy. She’s looking for Knitwear Wolf.

Nell: Oh dear. Is she carrying anything?

Me: Yes. It looks like a letter.

Nell: It’s the poem. She must have decided to declare her love.

Me: How romantic.

Nell: Not if he doesn’t feel the same way.

Me: No. Sorry.

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