Nell: David hates that cone.
Me: I know. In the night Kev and I decided to re-bandage his foot and take it off. He was so relieved.
Nell: I woke up with Kev asleep on one of the sofas downstairs.
Me: Yes, he gave up his side of the bed to Dave.
Nell: Yesterday was not a good day. Poppy and Malcolm go missing and Dave rips his claw and it has to be removed.
Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Has there been any news?
Nell: Now, I need you to be sensible.
Me: Why? What’s happened?
Nell: The Royal Owl Force found something this morning.
Me: No!
Nell: Calm down. It was the remains of Poppy’s picnic.
Me: Half eaten? Nobody leaves Poppy’s food.
Nell: No. It was Poppy’s cake tin and it was empty.
Me: There’s more. I can tell.
Nell: Yes, I’m afraid they found one of Malcolm’s feathers.
Me: I can’t bear this.
Nell: We discussed it at Morning Thoughts and it was agreed that we should alert the police and the press.
Me: I agree. We need all the help we can get.
Nell: PC Panda is on his way and the Daily Growl is sending one of its lead reporters.
Me: Good.
Nell: We need to choose some photos of Poppy and Malcolm.
Me: Yes.
Nell: In the meantime Knitwear Wolf is continuing his search on his motorbike with David.
Me: Dave is supposed to rest and no walking.
Nell: He won’t be walking. Knitwear Wolf has put a soft blanket in the sidecar and Harriet has made them some sandwiches.
Me: How is she coping with the cooking?
Nell: Let’s just say the sooner Poppy and Malcolm come home the better. Until then it’s cereal and biscuits.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
