An unusual Breakfast

Nell: You’re not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: Tony’s downstairs in the kitchen eating chocolate with David and Harriet.

Me: They’re not allowed chocolate.

Nell: They’re not eating it. But they want to.

Me: Good. Isn’t it a little bit early for chocolate?

Nell: There’s more.

Me: Tell me.

Nell: Knitwear Wolf is at the other end of the table eating cheese and biscuits with Lionel King.

Me: Who eats cheese and biscuits for breakfast?

Nell: I know. The world has gone mad.

Me: What’s wrong with a nice bacon sandwich?

Nell: My thoughts exactly.

Me: Where’s Poppy? Surely she can’t approve of this kind of breakfast?

Nell: Poppy has her paws full filleting a mackerel for Stephen Seagull. He’s having it lightly grilled with a boiled egg on the side.

Me: Isn’t that usually Malcolm’s job?

Nell: Malcolm is far too busy rehearsing with Alejandro for tonight’s semi final. Anyway, that’s not the point.

Me: No.

Nell: It’s not the food that’s worrying me most. It’s the guests.

Me: Tony is welcome any time.

Nell: Not Tony. I mean that wretched lion and obnoxious seagull.

Me: All we need now is Myfanwy and Lady Anwen.

Nell: Don’t hold your breath.

Me: Why?

Nell: Never mind.

Me: Knitwear Wolf shouldn’t be eating biscuits.

Nell: That’s what I told him but he just smiled and said not to worry.

Me: Poppy said the same thing to me about the shortbread. Does Tony seem worried?

Nell: No. He was his usual cheery self.

Me: Only it’s not every day you sit down to eat with a lion and a seagull. Not to mention a wolf, three Labradors, and a terrier filleting fish.

Nell: It’s most days to be fair, apart from the lion and seagull.

Me: True. Sorry.

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