What’s the plan?

Me: Gosh, it’s hot, isn’t it?

Nell: Yes. We had Morning Thoughts outside today. Poppy stood guard.

Me: Why?

Nell: Because it’s cooler outside first thing in the morning.

Me: No. Why was Poppy standing guard?

Nell: In case of a Beefy attack. Word in the field is that they are planning one.

Me: What can we do?

Nell: Hats should be worn whenever possible and swords drawn.

Me: We’ve only got one sword.

Nell: It still needs to be drawn.

Me: I suppose so.

Nell: David has been advised to Lie Low.

Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy. It’s not like Stephen Seagull was permanently damaged. He only lost a few feathers.

Nell: He’s wearing an eye patch and walking with a stick.

Me: The cunning blighter.

Nell: Cunning blighter? This is 2020 you know.

Me: So what’s the plan?

Nell: Well, Benjamin has offered to do A Very Brave Thing.

Me: Oh my goodness.

Nell: He is going to Beefy HQ.

Me: I don’t think Beefy HQ is the nicest place to go on a Saturday, Nell. Mightn’t a little walk by the sea be better?

Nell: He’s not going for fun. He’s on a mission.

Me: I see.

Nell: And he’s taking Henry with him.

Me: Now, far be it from me to criticise the smaller creatures, being one myself, but don’t you think a larger animal might be better?

Nell: Certainly not. A reindeer is going to stick out like a sore tail and don’t even think of suggesting the llamas. The mere idea.

Me: What is the mission then?

Nell: To reveal the truth and put an end to this ridiculous charade.

Me: I thought they were going to prove Stephen Seagull is lying.

Nell: That’s what I just said.

Me: Oh, yes. Sorry.

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