The Chosen One

Me: It was wonderful that Elliot had time to help us with the garden again. We want it all looking good before Chris arrives.

Nell: I’m afraid his visit has caused a little friction between Poppy and Harriet.

Me: Has it? Oh dear. Why?

Nell: Didn’t you notice Poppy showing off and calling herself The Chosen One?

Me: I noticed Harriet watching them from the lounger.

Nell: Yes. She wasn’t happy.

Me: But Elliot loves Harriet. He told me he thought she was the prettiest of you all.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: Oh, don’t start, Nell. You’re a classic beauty, Dave is magnificent, Poppy is cute but Harriet is undeniably pretty.

Nell: Maybe you need to tell her that.

Me: I will.

Nell: She’s outside. She said she didn’t want any breakfast and Poppy said, ‘Good, because you aren’t getting any.’

Me: That was a bit harsh.

Nell: Poppy says you shouldn’t feed a sulker.

Me: I know what she means but she shouldn’t show off either.

Nell: You can tell her that if you are brave enough. Have you seen Knitwear Wolf with the papers?

Me: No. Are you waiting for anything in particular?

Nell: The Daily Growl is publishing the dance pairings all this week.

Me: How exciting.

Nell: There’s Rupert now. Why is he looking so shifty?

Me: Don’t be silly. Although, he does look a little troubled. Shall I ask him what’s wrong?

Nell: Yes. What did he say?

Me: I’m not sure you are going to like this, Nell.

Nell: Tell me.

Me: The Daily Growl published Rupert’s dancing partner.

Nell: And?

Me: It’s Myfanwy.

Nell: The singing corgi who turned bad and was sent to her Auntie Gwen in Wales?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Rupert’s old love?

Me: Yes. The very one. Sorry.

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