A Clever Move

Nell: David has fallen asleep on Poppy again.

Me: She doesn’t mind. Isn’t it adorable?

Nell: We don’t have time for adorable. There are hostages needing to be fed.

Me: Did you just say hostages?

Nell: Oliver and Henry are up in the treehouse too.

Me: Are they still negotiating?

Nell: If Negotiating means ordering pizza and singing songs into the night.

Me: Really?

Nell: Henry says Lionel is a delightful host and they’re all getting on ever so well.

Me: What does Sally think about that?

Nell: She seems perfectly happy. They’ve requested pancakes for breakfast, you know.

Me: With maple syrup?

Nell: That’s not the point. Poppy isn’t making them as she’s having a lie in with David and Harriet.

Me: I could have a go, if you like?

Nell: No. It’s fine. Sally has it all under control. Manuel is going to throw some up there.

Me: They could end up awfully sticky. I don’t expect Lionel wants syrup in his mane.

Nell: I don’t care what Lionel wants.

Me: I’ve just had an interesting thought.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Maybe Lionel is actually a lonely lion.

Nell: Lionel is a wanted criminal.

Me: Maybe Lionel just wants to be wanted.

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous.

Me: Being a baddie must be quite a depressing sort of life. Imagine only having the Beefies as friends.

Nell: A dreadful thought. Oh good. They’ve arrived.

Me: Who?

Nell: The Welsh corgi choir. They’re singing round the treehouse.

Me: Lionel is looking down at them. Goodness me, Manuel just threw a hot pancake in his face.

Nell: Clever.

Me: Is that Beauregard behind Lionel?

Nell: Yes. A simple case of distraction. Beauregard has him now.

Me: Oh, I see. Strike while the lion is hot.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Sorry.

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