Me: The beach is awfully seaweedy at the moment, isn’t it?
Nell: Seaweedy is not a word, but yes, it is.
Me: Dave really is twice your size.
Nell: Yes, fortunately he appears to have stopped growing.
Me: Thank goodness.
Nell: When you were drying him off after his swim it looked like you were grooming a pony.
Me: I know. Talking of ponies. Alejandro says Gladys wants to be The Face of Birdberry.
Nell: I’ve told you before. She can’t do it. She’s a long haired Pomeranian. There is nothing bird like about her.
Me: What about Ginger the Canada Goose, then?
Nell: Ginger certainly has personality and she makes Timothy laugh, but geese can’t sing.
Me: Does The Face of Birdberry have to sing? Isn’t it all about style?
Nell: Singing is not essential I suppose, but The Face of Birdberry would have to own the catwalk.
Me: That’s it then. The Cat has style and it can certainly walk the walk.
Nell: It also has whiskers and a tail and can’t actually be trusted around birds.
Me: What about Henry and Horst?
Nell: Apart from the fact that they are woodlice and nobody would see them, who makes trench coats that small?
Me: Is Knitwear Wolf worried about the competition?
Nell: No. Not at all. Lady Anwen is organising his invitation to the palace so he is hoping for a royal seal of approval.
Me: Is Dave still invited?
Nell: As far as I know. Once he has his invitation we can begin his training.
Me: What training?
Nell: Etiquette. There is a great deal of bowing in royal circles you know.
Me: By the way, did you know dogs bow before they play together?
Nell: Of course I did. I am a Labrador.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
