Smiles and Rabbits

Me: Happy dogs in the sunshine. There’s nothing better to lift the spirits.

Nell: Yesterday was a beautiful day, I must say.

Me: You have such a lovely smile.

Nell: Thank you.

Me: Rarely seen, but all the more precious because of it.

Nell: What do you mean ‘rarely seen’?

Me: Well, you’re not one of those constantly cheerful dogs, are you?

Nell: I am not.

Me: Some might even say you are a little stand-offish.

Nell: Why don’t you go and psychoanalyse someone else? I’m sure David is more than willing.

Me: Dave’s busy painting eggs.

Nell: It’s a bit late for that. Easter Sunday was yesterday.

Me: I know, but Dave loves them so much that Poppy said we could have painted boiled eggs for breakfast.

Nell: I don’t want a painted egg for breakfast.

Me: It’s only food colouring.

Nell: Poppy found the half eaten rabbit, by the way.

Me: Oh no.

Nell: Oh yes. I would steer clear of her if I were you.

Me: It’s nothing to do with me. I’m not the one who chases rabbits.

Nell: I am talking about chocolate rabbits.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Hidden at the back of the refrigerator.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Without a head.

Me: There’s something awfully satisfying about biting the head off a chocolate rabbit.

Nell: Poppy does not agree.

Me: Is she very angry?

Nell: Fuming.

Me: Crikey.

Nell: What is it about tense situations that makes you start talking like a character from an Enid Blyton book?

Me: I can’t help it.

Nell: I told you not to leave chocolate lying around.

Me: It’s Easter, Nell.

Nell: Tell that to Poppy.

Me: Do you know if the rabbit is still in the fridge?

Nell: Why?

Me: Just wondering.

Nell: Well, don’t.

Me: Sorry.

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