The missing towel

Me: It was glorious down on the beach, wasn’t it?

Nell: Yes. It’s always good to feel the sand under your paws.

Me: I love watching Dave run and run when he’s off the lead.

Nell: Yes, he and Harriet certainly enjoyed themselves.

Me: Harriet didn’t have to scare me, though.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: Running towards me when I was filming and only stopping at the last second.

Nell: Your squeal was hilarious.

Me: No, it wasn’t. I don’t need to be knocked over again.

Nell: She knew what she was doing.

Me: Talking of knowing what you’re doing, someone stole a towel from the clothes line.

Nell: Did they?

Me: It was up really high so I’m afraid the culprit is fairly obvious.

Nell: One of those pesky Beefies, I expect.

Me: The towel was too heavy for a Beefy.

Nell: One of the llamas then. Cartwheeling into the washing line by mistake. You know what they’re like.

Me: It wasn’t a llama.

Nell: Well, it’s a mystery.

Me: No, it isn’t. Dave was seen jumping several times near the washing line.

Nell: Don’t go jumping to conclusions. David is in training.

Me: In training for what?

Nell: It doesn’t matter.

Me: Yes, it does.

Nell: Irondog, I expect, or Ruff Mudder.

Me: It’s Tough Mudder.

Nell: There you are then.

Me: Anyway, Dave was seen running away from the scene of the crime with the towel in his mouth.

Nell: But do you know why?

Me: What difference does that make?

Nell: Maybe the towel wasn’t dry.

Me: What?

Nell: And David was saving you from the horror of trying to dry yourself on a cold, wet towel.

Me: That’s why it was on the line.

Nell: But David didn’t know that.

Me: No. Sorry.

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