Poppy makes a decision

Me: It’s awfully stormy today, isn’t it?

Nell: Yes, Knitwear Wolf just told Princess he can’t take her down to the sea as the waves are going to be 10m high.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: She’s not happy. A Beefy threw a mackerel at her and she didn’t even catch it.

Me: Or clap probably.

Nell: Well, that’s a blessing. All that clapping gets on my nerves.

Me: It’s a seal thing. I think it’s sweet.

Nell: You would.

Me: Wait a minute. There’s someone out in the rain.

Nell: Surely the llamas have taken cover. Their pyjamas aren’t warm, or waterproof.

Me: It’s not a llama. It’s Babycakes Gillespie. And he’s eating a wet bagel.

Nell: Anything on it?

Me: No. Just plain.

Nell: Well, that’s ridiculous.

Me: Not everyone likes cream cheese on their bagel.

Nell: No. I mean eating in the rain. The bread goes soggy.

Me: True. He looks ever so dejected. Poor little pug.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: I bet Poppy has come to a decision. She’s given him his marching orders, hasn’t she?

Nell: She might have done. I couldn’t possibly say.

Me: Tell me.

Nell: It’s not my story to tell. Or yours, by the way.

Me: Someone else has arrived.

Nell: Not the Whippets Institute?

Me: No. It’s John the Doberman.

Nell: I see.

Me: He’s walking towards Babycakes.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: He’s carrying one of his Starbarks coffees and a warm coat.

Nell: I don’t care what John is wearing.

Me: No. They’re for Babycakes. He’s putting the coat on him, Nell, and giving him the coffee.

Nell: John is a gentleman.

Me: I think Babycakes might be crying. Poppy definitely made a decision, didn’t she? Poor Babycakes.

Nell: She did, and it was the right one.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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