Sacrifices have been made

Me: What on earth is going on downstairs?

Nell: Don’t excite yourself. You are supposed to be resting after your fall.

Me: You mean after the puppies barged into me to go and greet Tony at the gate and knocked me off my feet?

Nell: Yes. Tony says you had no chance.

Me: They took my feet out from under me.

Nell: Fortunately, you didn’t break anything and are well padded.

Me: That’s one way of putting it. It jolly well hurts.

Nell: I know. David feels exceptionally awful about it all.

Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy but I can’t let him upstairs at the moment. It’s too risky.

Nell: He almost understands.

Me: There is no need to tear his bed apart though.

Nell: I’m afraid it had to be done.

Me: I don’t want him to lose his bed over this.

Nell: No. This is all part of the ongoing investigation.

Me: Oh, I see.

Nell: We are trying to establish how long this has been going on.

Me: Why is there greenery in the bed?

Nell: That’s not greenery. It’s Henry and Horst’s travelling foliage.

Me: Are they involved then?

Nell: Of course. This is a major operation you know. Insects are going undercover. Animals are risking losing their fur.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: And some are even prepared to order beds they don’t need.

Me: Have you ordered a new bed?

Nell: I might have done. David can’t be expected to sleep in the old one. It’s torn.

Me: Because he tore it.

Nell: To see what was inside.

Me: It’s just fluff.

Nell: Sacrifices have to be made in the pursuance of the truth.

Me: That’s not a sacrifice. Dave is getting a new bed.

Nell: Yes. From Fifi la Beefy.

Me: I see. Sorry.

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