Me: What on earth is going on?
Nell: Honestly, I can just about deal with the dolphins, but those visiting antelopes are simply too much.
Me: Antelopes?
Nell: Poppy was in the middle of making a pie for lunch when she and the puppies had to rush out.
Me: Why?
Nell: Well, the antelopes have been camping in the field. Without permission, I might add. They call it wild camping.
Me: I’ve heard of that.
Nell: Anyway, the llamas have taken it upon themselves to police the area so they decided to tell the antelopes to leave.
Me: Were they aggressive?
Nell: I think there might have been some spitting.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: The antelopes decided the safest thing to do would be to run. It’s an antelope thing, apparently.
Me: Yes. They’re very light on their hooves.
Nell: Anyway, the sheep joined in. You know what they’re like. One goes, they all go.
Me: Yes.
Nell: The next thing we know there are sheep dashing madly through the fields behind a group of antelopes.
Me: Shear chaos. See what I did there?
Nell: Jim the Farm Dog is most unhappy.
Me: He would be.
Nell: I’ll be very glad when this Bank Holiday weekend is over and they all go back to school.
Me: Were they young antelopes then?
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: Well, it is if you’re talking about going back to school.
Nell: They can be elderly antelopes going back to their armchairs by the fire as far as I’m concerned just as long as this chaos is over.
Me: I see.
Nell: And can you ask those dolphins to keep the noise down, please?
Me: But they’re in the pool Gliding with Gladys.
Nell: Tell them to glide quietly, then.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
