Me: It’s hard to imagine how lovely it was on the beach yesterday.
Nell: Yes, it’s miserable weather today.
Me: Still no sign of Lionel King’s ship.
Nell: Did you notice the necklace on that large Beefy with the eye patch?
Me: I thought it was a little inappropriate for daywear.
Nell: That’s not the point. It belongs to The Cat. Princess says she is going to call in reinforcements.
Me: Do we know what that means?
Nell: Navy seals I expect.
Me: I bet Poppy was relieved not to be in the dance off.
Nell: Yes, although Manuel was deeply shocked to be in it.
Me: He got his tentacles dreadfully twisted, Nell.
Nell: It was all that tin foil. As soon as he discarded it he was back to his usual self and performed excellently.
Me: Is Susan dreadfully sad to be eliminated?
Nell: No, not at all. Dancing isn’t her thing. Babycakes Gillespie is another matter. He loves dancing and he took the judges’ decision very hard.
Me: I saw him outside with his coffee cart just now. He was wearing a sou’wester and Wellington boots and looking awfully low.
Nell: We can’t have that. Mondays are bad enough anyway. Where are the llamas?
Me: Last seen Gliding with Gladys.
Nell: Well, ask them to come and see me. They need to get Babycakes dancing with them. In the meantime I’ll ask David to get coffee and doughnuts.
Me: Are you sure that’s a good idea?
Nell: Don’t start with the dieting thing again. Rainy weather requires sustenance of the sugary kind.
Me: No, I meant is Dave the right animal for the job?
Nell: David is cheerful and kind with a big heart and large paws. I can’t think of anyone better.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
