Doing the right thing

Me: Why are you in the guest bedroom, Nell? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

Nell: I needed some peace and quiet.

Me: Poppy is in her Palace and seems furious.

Nell: She’s definitely not talking to me.

Me: Is it about yesterday’s dance off?

Nell: Yes.

Me: Voting with Lionel King to send Knitwear Wolf and Myfanwy home was never going to be a popular decision.

Nell: I was not voting with Lionel King. I gave my vote to the most improved couple. Did you see how badly Myfanwy danced?

Me: I think she was scared of Lionel King.

Nell; And Manuel put his heart and soul into that Charleston. His tentacles were free and untangled and his musicality was admirable.

Me: But Rupert is the King of Ballroom.

Nell: I’m not judging the professionals. It is my job to be unbiased. Manuel was the better dancer on the night.

Me: Well, you’ve certainly made him happy. He’s downstairs flipping pancakes like there’s no tomorrow.

Nell: I’m glad.

Me: Knitwear Wolf will forgive you.

Nell: He already has. There was a note for me this morning with the newspapers.

Me: What did it say?

Nell: ‘You did the right thing, Nelly.’

Me: Nelly?

Nell: He calls me that sometimes.

Me: What a gentlemanly wolf he is.

Nell: Yes, but in the meantime that wretched lion is crowing all over the place.

Me: And so are the Beefies.

Nell: Poppy says I’m a turncoat and she may never bake me another scone again.

Me: She doesn’t mean it.

Nell: Sometimes doing right can feel awfully wrong.

Me: I know but the main thing is Knitwear Wolf understands.

Nell: Yes.

Me: And Manuel is the happiest octopus I’ve ever seen.

Nell: He’s the only octopus you’ve ever seen.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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