Story Time

Me: Harriet is an autumn coloured dog.

Nell: Yes, I suppose she is.

Me: Knitwear Wolf is the same.

Nell: Rupert is not a dog.

Me: No, but he’s autumnal in his colours, although he has something of the winter about him. Maybe it’s the Canadian thing.

Nell: Well, all I can say is that my reading group become quite giggly when he joins us on a zoom call.

Me: Is Knitwear Wolf in your reading group?

Nell: Only occasionally. He’s a keen reader. You must have seen him reading by the fire.

Me: Yes. I love his glasses.

Nell: Talking of glasses, I think Poppy might be needing them soon.

Me: Why?

Nell: She put sugar in the scrambled eggs this morning. Thought it was salt.

Me: Oh no.

Nell: David still managed to eat it before Manuel could whisk it away.

Me: How is Manuel?

Nell: Most surprising.

Me: Why?

Nell: Have you ever seen an octopus knit?

Me: No. I must confess I haven’t.

Nell: Manuel knits. I came into the living room last night and there he was. Listening to Rupert reading a bedtime story and knitting away. Didn’t understand a word, of course. But never mind.

Me: I didn’t know Rupert read bedtime stories.

Nell: Yes. Every evening since the nights have started drawing in. We all sit around the fire. The puppies love it. In fact most of us do, to be honest.

Me: I thought you were having Evening Thoughts.

Nell: Thoughts are only for the morning. Evenings are for unwinding, not over thinking.

Me: Do you think I could join you?

Nell: Of course. You can share your chair with David.

Me: Don’t I get my own chair?

Nell: Certainly not. Story time is cuddling time. Everyone knows that.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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