Toby is In Trouble

Nell: Is that Toby?

Me: Yes. Tony shared a photo. Isn’t he a naughty pup? I expect he’s awfully sorry.

Nell: He doesn’t look sorry.

Me: Well, no he doesn’t, but he will be deep down.

Nell: I’m afraid that pup is growing up to be a little scallywag.

Me: Sue says he’s a Daddy’s boy. Like you.

Nell: Like me? I’m not a boy. I am a lady Labrador.

Me: You’re a proper Daddy’s girl, Nell. You adore Kev and he adores you.

Nell: Everyone is adored in our family. It’s the way we are.

Me: True.

Nell: Now, I have some interesting news about the lion in our loft.

Me: Do tell.

Nell: There have been several sightings of a tail and large paws and Harriet has reported a rather high pitched roar.

Me: Maybe Lionel’s injured himself.

Nell: Evidence suggests that this is not Lionel.

Me: Really?

Nell: Lionel has a deep roar.

Me: What can we do?

Nell: Henry and Horst have volunteered to enter the loft.

Me: No. The lion might eat them.

Nell: Lions aren’t interested in woodlice. If they were llamas, or antelopes I would be worried. On so many levels.

Me: What are Henry and Horst going to do?

Nell: They will be wearing surveillance equipment so we should get a good idea of who exactly is up there.

Me: They’re awfully brave, aren’t they?

Nell: Yes. They are indeed.

Me: How are they going to get up there though? They’ve only got little legs.

Nell: David will carry them on his head.

Me: You can’t let Dave go up there, Nell. The lion will think he’s an antelope.

Nell: Nobody could ever mistake David for an antelope. And rest assured he will merely quietly climb the ladder.

Me: Oh good. Sorry.

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