Poppy is home

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.

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