The Turning to Dartmoor

Me: Is that my cardigan?

Nell: Yes, I needed something soft for my chin.

Me: You are looking a little tired. Didn’t you enjoy Thanksgiving dinner?

Nell: To be honest I missed Rupert’s company. He cancelled at the last minute.

Me: Yes, and I know why.

Nell: Tell me.

Me: Yesterday evening Olive the Other Reindeer and I were waiting at the top of the lane ready to follow Poppy.

Nell: Did you wear the full Santa outfit or just a hat and beard?

Me: I decided to go for the whole thing plus boots.

Nell: Good.

Me: I’d just taken a bite of mince pie when Poppy sped past us on a motorbike.

Nell: She doesn’t have a motorbike.

Me: It was Knitwear Wolf’s.

Nell: The cheek of it.

Me: She didn’t steal it. He was riding it with Poppy behind him and Myfanwy in the sidecar.

Nell: Myfanwy?

Me: Olive managed to keep up until they took the turning to Dartmoor.

Nell: I see.

Me: And I had to keep taking selfies which slowed us down.

Nell: Why did you do that?

Me: It wasn’t for myself, Nell. Everybody wants their photo taken with Santa and her reindeer.

Nell: Are you eating a biscuit?

Me: Yes. Poppy’s made some delicious shortbread.

Nell: Biscuits aren’t allowed.

Me: Poppy says it’s all fine now and there’s no need to worry anymore.

Nell: What if Poppy has gone over to the dark side?

Me: She was with Knitwear Wolf.

Nell: And Myfanwy.

Me: I forgot that.

Nell: Did you say they took the turning to Dartmoor?

Me: Yes.

Nell: You know what’s up there?

Me: Beefy Mansion?

Nell: And Dartmoor Prison currently housing a certain evil royal corgi.

Me: Lady Anwen?

Nell: Exactly. Put that biscuit down at once.

Me: Sorry.

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