Me: Harriet is amazingly good at chasing Beefies.
Nell: Yes, she is.
Me: Both of you girls were really focussed when Kev was explaining strategies.
Nell: Unlike David.
Me: I think he was focusing on finding any stray Spekulatius. He wants to keep everyone safe.
Nell: What’s Poppy’s excuse?
Me: Poppy is having to focus on her Argentine Tango. Stephen Seagull is having problems with his ganchos.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: You know the movement where they flick their legs between each other?
Nell: Yes. I am aware.
Me: There’s been a bit of kicking so now he’s wearing shin pads.
Nell: Oh yes. Malcolm is wearing those too. He needs them if he’s going to try any kind of leg action with Alejandro.
Me: Gosh, yes. A kick from an alpaca could do serious damage to a flamingo.
Nell: Fortunately Alejandro is extremely nimble and has great musicality.
Me: That’s a relief.
Nell: I don’t know what we are going to do about David’s voice.
Me: Yes. My poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is completely hoarse.
Nell: There is no need to make disparaging remarks about David’s size. He may have a hint of a small pony about him but completely horse is going too far.
Me: I meant his voice, Nell. It’s gone.
Nell: Yes, that is disappointing. Fortunately Beauregard has agreed to sing with the Whippets Institute Big Band so all is well.
Me: It’s a shame Michael Bouvier wasn’t available.
Nell: You can’t expect Bouvier to just hop on a plane, you know. He has a very busy schedule.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Lady Baba is booked for next weekend.
Me: Gosh. I expect she wasn’t sheep. See what I did there?
Nell: Just go and get David some throat lozenges.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
