Me: It’s so wonderful to have little Poppy home.
Nell: Yes, I know. Try and give her some time to recover. She is exhausted. David is watching over her.
Me: But where has all her hair gone? She had long wild hair the last time we saw her.
Nell: Yes, I know. Sally warned me that this might happen.
Me: Sally knew?
Nell: There have been mysterious clippings going on recently across the country. Sally is investigating.
Me: It’s a professional job.
Nell: Yes. Whoever did it knew what they were doing.
Me: I never had Squawk down as a dog groomer.
Nell: It wasn’t Squawk. He’s working for someone.
Me: Tell me from the beginning.
Nell: When David and Gladys arrived at the hut they could smell the bacon sizzling. They had managed to light the fire and Poppy was cooking the bacon.
Me: Clever Poppy. She knew we would smell it.
Nell: The door was locked but David broke it down.
Me: He’ll do anything for bacon.
Nell: He was rescuing Poppy.
Me: Yes, of course. What happened then?
Nell: David wrapped Poppy up in a soft blanket from Knitwear Wolf and brought her straight home.
Me: Was there enough room in the sidecar for Poppy and Terry?
Nell: Yes. Gladys sat behind David.
Me: In a suit of armour?
Nell: Nothing bothers Gladys.
Me: Has Poppy been able to explain what happened yet?
Nell: She needs to rest. Sally says we must give her time.
Me: Has she said anything at all, Nell?
Nell: No.
Me: What about Terry?
Nell: Nothing. I’m sure they will talk soon.
Me: You don’t think they took Poppy’s voice when they stole her hair, do you?
Nell: Don’t be silly. This is the real world not a story.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
