Who stole the pie?

Me: Why is my Big Brave Beautiful Boy hiding in the armchair?

Nell: Poppy is looking for him.

Me: Why?

Nell: The Gala Pie has disappeared.

Me: What’s a Gala Pie?

Nell: It’s basically a pork pie with an egg in the middle but that’s not the point.

Me: No.

Nell: Poppy made it for the Welsh corgi choir’s Spring picnic.

Me: It’s not really picnic weather yet.

Nell: No, but it’s Spring and it’s a corgi tradition.

Me: What’s Dave got to do with it? He’s not a corgi.

Nell: David was supposed to carry the pie out to the choir after Sunday Songs.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: But somehow the pie has been lost.

Me: He hasn’t made a mistake in quite a while, Nell.

Nell: True.

Me: And he was awfully good at Mole Watching.

Nell: That’s another thing.

Me: What is?

Nell: He’s still doing it.

Me: Doing what?

Nell: Mole Watching. Have you seen the way he watches Roley Moley?

Me: Well, Roley Moley is a rather fascinating creature.

Nell: I must say I have never come across such a well-mannered mole before.

Me: Yes, he makes Malcolm look positively uncouth and Malcolm is the politest flamingo I know.

Nell: Malcolm could never look uncouth.

Me: No.

Nell: And what a beautiful speaking voice he has.

Me: Yes. Very Anthony Hopkins.

Nell: Or Richard Burton.

Me: It’s a Welsh thing. We have lovely voices.

Nell: But David doesn’t need to watch him quite so closely.

Me: You don’t think he’s jealous, do you?

Nell: Of Roley?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Why?

Me: Sally and Roley certainly seem to have a close bond.

Nell: They just work together.

Me: Maybe that’s why Dave ate the pie.

Nell: That’s nonsense and you know it.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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