Me: Isn’t the weather awful today?
Nell: Yes. Frightful. Our Penguin and Princess are enjoying it though.
Me: We all enjoyed our walk in Buttercup Meadow, didn’t we?
Me: You were gambolling along like a mountain goat with your ears flapping.
Nell: I beg your pardon? There is nothing remotely goat like about me and my ears don’t flap, they float.
Me: Anyway, it was lovely to see and so were the buttercups. Such cheerful flowers and a wonderful vibrant yellow. Why are you looking at me like that?
Nell: Would you say you were hankering for a daffodil?
Me: No, I would not. In fact when there were lots of daffodils around I got hay fever.
Nell: You were singing this morning.
Me: I often sing. It’s something I enjoy.
Nell: Would I be correct in surmising that you have been singing quite a lot recently?
Me: Oh do stop. I’m not being more Welsh.
Nell: If you say so. Can you believe that spider requested Laverbread with its bacon this morning?
Me: Sidney did? I don’t like Laverbread. It’s too seaweedy for me.
Nell: That’s not the point. It’s extremely Welsh.
Me: Did Poppy make him some?
Nell: No. But Knitwear Wolf says Myfanwy always has some spare, so he’s phoning to ask her if she’ll leave it out for him when he goes down to the sea with Princess and Our Penguin.
Me: He’s a thoughtful wolf. I’m loving his Aran sweater this morning.
Nell: Yes, it suits him. By the way, can you stop being so obviously nice to Joyce, please?
Me: Why? She’s on our side.
Nell: You’re not supposed to know that. Mouthing ‘Sorry’ at her all the time is rather a give away. You will alert The Hunter.
Me: Yes. Sorry.