Saturday Cuddles

Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is such a caring animal.

Nell: Yes, he is.

Me: He knew all I wanted to do was give my sister Charlotte a hug, but I’m not allowed to yet.

Nell: He did.

Me: So he gave her a cuddle on my behalf.

Nell: To be fair it wasn’t exactly difficult for him. David delights in any kind of public displays of affection.

Me: He’s just a loving boy.

Nell: Unlike Poppy

Me: She’s a girl, Nell.

Nell: And a very fierce one too.

Me: Has she calmed down yet?

Nell: Yes. She made Seamus a huge hamper of treats to take back to Naughty Nigel and Boo. Scones, cakes, biscuits and eggs.

Me: Easter eggs?

Nell: Of course not. Freshly laid eggs from the farm.

Me: I noticed she’s been getting a lot of those recently.

Nell: It’s awfully easy since they introduced Cluck and Collect.

Me: Don’t you mean click?

Nell: Chickens don’t have fingers, you know. We can’t all be flamenco dancers like those llamas. Clicking their hooves in the air like there’s no tomorrow.

Me: It’s not that kind of click.

Nell: No, because it’s a cluck.

Me: Never mind. Why are the llamas dancing flamenco, by the way?

Nell: They discovered the Gipsy Kings at The Cat’s fish barbecue yesterday and now there’s no stopping them.

Me: I’m getting awfully excited about tomorrow, Nell.

Nell: Any chocolate eggs must be eaten in secret. You do not want to risk Poppy’s wrath or there will be no roast dinner for anyone.

Me: Don’t worry I will be discreet.

Nell: There’s a first for everything I suppose.

Me: I’m talking about you know what.

Nell: Well don’t. I know what, but nobody else can until tomorrow.

Me: You’re right. Sorry.

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