Me: I thought you might like some photos of happy times on the beach.
Nell: I would like that honking to stop. I can’t concentrate on my book.
Me: Timothy is teaching the goose the ‘Robin Woof’ song and it’s making him laugh.
Nell: That’s good to hear as he hasn’t had a lot to laugh about in the last few months. Christmas is such a trying time for turkeys.
Me: I think the goose is rapping. It should really be called Drake.
Nell: It’s a goose not a duck and what on earth is it wrapping? Christmas is over.
Me: Never mind. It was a joke.
Nell: What is its name anyway?
Me:’Do you think you could say that again?’
Nell: Why would I want to do that?
Me: No. That’s its stage name. It does stand up comedy. It’s called ‘Do you think you could say that again?’
Nell: Stage name? Good grief. Couldn’t it just be a straightforward Canadian goose? Well, I’m certainly not calling it that. Does it have a real name?
Me: Yes. Ginger.
Nell: Ginger? That’s a dreadful name for a goose.
Me: I know but it made Timothy laugh.
Nell: At least the large beasts have moved back into the barn. We must be thankful for small mercies.
Me: Yes. Knitwear Wolf organised some warm blankets and Jim provided fresh straw.
Nell: I’m hoping the weather improves for the pantomime this weekend. We don’t want soggy feathers.
Me: Or fur.
Me: I’ve just had a thought.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: Timothy should change his name to Fred and then he and Ginger would be the perfect couple.
Nell: What a ridiculous idea. Timothy doesn’t dance and Ginger is a stand up comic. Try and be realistic please.
Me: Yes. Sorry.