Me: You and Dave look awfully tired.
Nell: That’s because we are.
Me: Why?
Nell: Ask Gladys.
Me: Gladys?
Nell: Yes. Apparently today is International Dance Day.
Me: How exciting. Well, that explains everything. I thought the llamas had started early.
Nell: Everyone started early.
Me: Oh dear. I must say I did wonder what was going on.
Nell: And whoever gave Princess the cymbals deserves to be talked to very sternly.
Me: She said she needed them for something important. And she asked ever so nicely.
Nell: What possessed you to give them to her? And why did you have a pair of cymbals in the first place?
Me: They were in with all the other instruments.
Nell: You do realise we are going to be inundated with complaints from our neighbours, don’t you?
Me: I suppose it is rather noisy.
Nell: It’s like the carnival at Rio out there.
Me: I absolutely love the costumes. Is that The Cat dancing with a bowl of fruit on its head?
Nell: I don’t want to know.
Me: Just look at Babycakes Gillespie juggling bagels.
Nell: I would rather not. That’s where it all went wrong for David.
Me: What happened?
Nell: David was supposed to be catching them.
Me: Did he drop them?
Nell: No. But he definitely made them disappear. Let’s just say he is feeling more than a little full.
Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So eager to please.
Nell: It’s a shame he has to miss out on the dancing when he loves it so much but you can’t dance with a full tummy.
Me: I wouldn’t worry about that. The dancing isn’t stopping any time soon.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: The Whippets Institute minibus just arrived and they’re all wearing feathers. Sorry.
