Making Demands

Me: What’s going on? Dave is walking around with the luxury dog bed cushion.

Nell: I know. I’m afraid we’re in the middle of a hostage situation and Demands need to be met.

Me: Hostage situation? What’s happened?

Nell: It seems that swinging nonchalantly on a trapeze over a treehouse isn’t as easy as we thought.

Me: Oh dear. Did whoever is hiding up there notice?

Nell: He couldn’t fail to notice when Gladys fell on his head.

Me: Oh no.

Nell: In fact he let out an enormous roar.

Me: I wondered what that was. So when you say ‘he’ and ‘roar’ I’m guessing it is Lionel King.

Nell: It certainly is and he is Making Demands.

Me: What a bad lion.

Nell: Fortunately Sally has arrived with Beauregard and Oliver and is handling the situation.

Me: What Demands is he making?

Nell: Bacon sandwiches, a flask of tea, Poppy’s scones with jam and cream and a soft bed.

Me: That’s extremely demanding.

Nell: Yes.

Me: Sally isn’t going to let Dave take it all up there, is she? Only he got stuck in the treehouse before and I simply can’t bear to think of him trapped up a tree with a demanding lion.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: He’s my Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: David is not going up there. And neither is Alejandro.

Me: Alpacas can’t climb trees. Why does he want to?

Nell: Gladys is the love of his life.

Me: Oh yes.

Nell: But Sally is having none of it. The only animal capable of a dangerous mission like this is…

Me: Beauregard the tiger?

Nell: No. Oliver the opossum with Henry the woodlouse as his guide.

Me: That’s a terrible idea, Nell.

Nell: Just wait and see. Sally has a plan.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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