Nell: Has anyone arrived yet? The traitorous undercover spy should be here with a mole soon, if Sally is right.
Me: Not yet. Dave is cleverly concealed behind the gate.
Nell: He’s not supposed to be. Sally asked us to act normally.
Me: You’d better tell that to Gladys and the llamas then.
Nell: Why?
Me: They’re wearing raincoats and dark glasses.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: And I’m sure I saw Our Penguin in the bushes.
Nell: Was Princess there, too?
Me: I don’t think so.
Nell: Knitwear Wolf said he might take her down to the sea.
Me: I’d rather he stayed here.
Nell: Yes. Rupert is a great comfort.
Me: So, when the traitorous undercover spy arrives with the mole we all have to pretend to be pleased?
Nell: Yes. Otherwise they will know that someone has told us and Sally’s undercover agent will be at risk.
Me: I’m glad we aren’t calling them all moles. I was getting confused.
Nell: Nothing new there. I wonder why Sally spoke to me first?
Me: You’re the matriarch, Nell. We all look up to you.
Nell: Probably. Was that my iBone?
Me: Yes. You have a message.
Nell: Would you read it to me, please? I don’t have my glasses.
Me: It says: ‘Good news. I’ve managed to trap a mole. I’ll bring it straight over. See you soon. Terry.’
Nell: What?
Me: Shall I read it again?
Nell: Did you say Terry?
Me: Oh Nell. Does that mean what I think it means?
Nell: The mole can’t be Terry. He’s a good Beefy. He’s my friend. I trust him.
Me: We had better tell Sally.
Nell: Sally suspected Terry, didn’t she? That’s why she warned me first?
Me: Yes.
Nell: But she needed it confirmed.
Me: I’m so sorry.
