The Photo Shoot

Nell: Have you seen the Strictly photos?

Me: I have.

Nell: Unbelievable. The arrogance of that lion.

Me: He does look awfully impressive.

Nell: If anyone is wearing a crown, it should be me, not Lionel King.

Me: Although his name does suggest otherwise.

Nell: Never mind his name. Mine is Eleanor Martin and he’d better remember it.

Me: Anton Du Bark looks awfully worried, but then again anyone would feel intimidated being photographed next to a large lion in a crown. Even a lithe whippet.

Nell: I’m not intimidated at all.

Me: Neither is Princess. She clapped when Lionel arrived.

Nell: She clapped when the photographer arrived.

Me: It’s a seal thing.

Nell: Anyway, I’m going to put Lionel King in his place. I am not being upstaged by a lion.

Me: He’s awfully handsome though, isn’t he? And the fact he’s a rogue sort of adds to it.

Nell: Rupert would not agree.

Me: Yes. Knitwear Wolf is not happy. Did you see his face?

Nell: I’m afraid Rupert is going to struggle with Lionel as a judge.

Me: Oh yes. Rupert is one of the professional dancers.

Nell: I’m expecting fireworks.

Me: I hope not. Oliver is easily startled. He won’t deal well with them at all.

Nell: Not literally. Figuratively. Rupert and Lionel are bound to clash.

Me: Beauregard and Lionel aren’t exactly best buddies either.

Nell: I’m going to have my paws full trying to keep this judging panel in order.

Me: If anyone can do it then it’s you.

Nell: You are too kind.

Me: You haven’t forgotten that it’s Jonathan’s birthday tomorrow, have you?

Nell: Of course not. I’ve been working on my poem.

Me: And it’s also Talk Like A Pirate Day apparently. Lionel should love that.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Sorry.

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