A Gift From The Sky

Nell: You’re not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: We were down on the beach and hundreds of Beefies were gathering over the sea.

Me: That’s what they do, Nell. We see it all the time.

Nell: This time was different.

Me: In what way?

Nell: There was a real sense of urgency.

Me: The weather was very iffy, Nell. Sudden rainfall which can be quite disconcerting.

Nell: Beefies don’t care about rain.

Me: The ones wearing wigs must do.

Nell: That’s not the point.

Me: What happened next?

Nell: Suddenly something hit Poppy on the head. She looked up at once but the culprit had flown away.

Me: How disgusting. Those seagulls have no manners at all.

Nell: It wasn’t that.

Me: Was it a mackerel?

Nell: Not this time.

Me: What was it?

Nell: We couldn’t believe it when we all saw it. We’d all been looking for ages, even Kev, but it was disguised by the sand.

Me: Tell me.

Nell: It was a Spekulatius.

Me: Bless you. Now stop sneezing and tell me.

Nell: I’m not sneezing. It was a Spekulatius biscuit. You know the spiced shortbread ones from Germany that you get at Christmas?

Me: Why are Beefies throwing spiced biscuits at innocent dogs on a beach?

Nell: Firstly, I wouldn’t call Poppy innocent and when you see her Argentine Tango this weekend you’ll agree with me.

Me: I’m sure I will. And secondly?

Nell: I don’t believe it was thrown. I think it was dropped accidentally.

Me: Did it taste nice?

Nell: We didn’t eat it.

Me: Not even Dave?

Nell: No. David was restrained. Literally. Timothy is analysing it now.

Me: Timothy the Turkey?

Nell: Yes, he has a degree in Forensics. Do keep up.

Me: I didn’t know. Sorry.

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