Me: What game were you all playing in that field?
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: You seemed to be hiding.
Nell: I was. And very well too, until you noticed me.
Me: But Kev definitely wasn’t hiding.
Nell: He’s not a hiding sort of person.
Me: You can say that again. I think you were playing ‘What’s the Time, Mr Wolf?’
Nell: Rupert wasn’t there.
Me: No, the game where you creep towards someone and pretend to be statues when they turn around.
Nell: Where was Mr Wolf?
Me: Was it Poppy?
Nell: No. But Poppy was certainly involved.
Me: Well, whatever you were playing you certainly helped me take some good photos.
Nell: Why?
Me: Instead of moving like you usually do, you all kept very still when I looked at you.
Nell: Did we now?
Me: Yes. It was amazing. That’s how I knew it must be a game.
Nell: Yes.
Me: And the funny thing was that every time I looked up you all seemed to be nearer.
Nell: Really?
Me: Yes. Except for you.
Nell: It was a little hot for me. I was enjoying the shade. After yesterday’s excitement I needed some quiet.
Me: I thoroughly enjoyed yesterday.
Nell: And Beauregard thoroughly enjoyed Poppy’s roast. Who eats 4 Yorkshire puddings before the meal has even been served?
Me: He might be from the North.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: That’s what people do. They start their meal with Yorkshire pudding and gravy.
Nell: Beauregard was just being greedy.
Me: No. He was enthusiastic like Dave. Hang on a minute.
Nell: What?
Me: I’ve had a thought.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: I’m Mr Wolf.
Nell: Of course you are. I told the others that you would work it out eventually.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
