After the Panto

Me: Would you like me to put the pillowcase on to your pillow properly, Nell?

Nell: No. I’ve got it exactly where I want it to be. Let me just enjoy a few moments of peace and quiet.

Me: Yesterday was certainly a night to remember.

Nell: That’s one way of putting it.

Me: Our pantomime might go down in history.

Nell: For all the wrong reasons.

Me: It was a huge success. Talk about audience participation.

Nell: I’d rather not.

Me: All that booing and hissing.

Nell: Snow Bite and the Seven Woofs were supposed to be the good ones.

Me: Not for the Beefies.

Nell: Obviously not. They hissed whenever they came on stage.

Me: They absolutely loved Poppy. Every time she walked on they cheered.

Nell: I know.

Me: And when she sliced through Manuel’s cape they went wild. There was mackerel flying everywhere.

Nell: Fortunately Manuel managed to throw most of it back.

Me: It was a bit rude of them to eat it during Harriet’s song.

Nell: It was disgusting.

Me: Why were there camels roaming on Dartmoor?

Nell: Ask the llamas.

Me: And I wasn’t expecting the Three Kings.

Nell: Nobody was.

Me: But all in all you have to admit that everyone really enjoyed themselves.

Nell: Some more than others.

Me: The audience loved the Talking Bowl.

Nell: Yes. They did.

Me: Even though it was only my voice.

Nell: Yes.

Me: In the end I decided there was no need for me to go on stage.

Nell: No.

Me: It was better to preserve the illusion.

Nell: It was.

Me: Would you mind if I joined you to listen to Sunday Songs, Nell?

Nell: Not at all. You’ll need to find your own pillow, though. This is mine.

Me: Of course. Sorry.

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