Me: Is Poppy waiting for a delivery? She seems extremely focussed with an undercurrent of fierceness, and I fear for the delivery people.
Nell: Poppy is on Watching Duty if you must know.
Me: What’s she watching out for?
Nell: Yes. Please stop repeating everything I say.
Me: Moles. Ah, I see. Interesting.
Nell: Why are you tapping your nose?
Me: I’m giving you a sign.
Me: It’s an ‘I see what you mean’ sign. Letting you know that I understand what’s going on.
Nell: Do you understand what’s going on?
Me: Not really.
Nell: Well, don’t tap your nose then.
Me: Do you think you could let me know what is going on, Nell. Only I feel awfully in the dark here.
Nell: Like the moles.
Me: Do you think they don’t know what’s going on either?
Nell: They know exactly what’s going on. Mark my paws.
Me: Poppy seems awfully small to be Watching alone.
Nell: Don’t let her size fool you. There is nothing small about Poppy.
Me: What’s she going to do if she sees a mole?
Nell: Sound the alert and we will grab them.
Me: Who will grab them?
Nell: It depends where the mole is. Various animals, birds and insects have been stationed across the outside areas waiting to pounce.
Me: I don’t think Henry and Horst could grab a mole.
Nell: No. They have other skills.
Me: My money would be on The Cat.
Nell: Yes. Although, there is always an element of risk when The Cat is involved.
Nell: No. Claws. Cats can get easily carried away.
Me: Yes. Nobody wants a Holey Moley.
Nell: I can’t believe you just said that. This is not a joking matter.
Me: Of course not. Sorry.