Time to Come Home

Me: Dave needs to come home now.

Nell: Yes, he does.

Me: Beach walks aren’t the same without him.

Nell: I agree.

Me: We’re all hanging our heads. Harriet isn’t herself at all.

Nell: She and David are very close.

Me: And I know you’re missing Knitwear Wolf.

Nell: Rupert is a good friend. I enjoy his company. Did I tell you Poppy thought she saw Dave on the hill?

Me: No, you didn’t.

Nell: It turned out to be a bull.

Me: It’s an easy mistake to make.

Nell: David is a large animal.

Me: I’ve been thinking about the postcard they sent you.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: Was it in Labrador writing, or would you say it was more in the style of a Golden Retriever, or even a wolf?

Nell: It was typed.

Me: Who uses a typewriter up on Dartmoor?

Nell: Who uses a typewriter anywhere?

Me: It could have come from anyone, Nell.

Nell: You’re right.

Me: Lionel King has been conspicuously absent recently. No boat and no binoculars.

Nell: It’s the Easter holidays. He might be away.

Me: And the cream tea incident bothers me.

Nell: Why? If someone was holding Dave, Sally and Rupert against their will they wouldn’t give them a cream tea.

Me: Lionel would. Especially if he knew Owl Pacino was watching them.

Nell: Perhaps.

Me: I’m not sure I’d want a cream tea.

Nell: There’s always room for a scone.

Me: Yes, my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy is probably starving.

Nell: I’m going to try calling them on my iBone again. If there’s still no answer we’re going up to Dartmoor ourselves.

Me: When you say we, do you mean I’m included?

Nell: Of course. Family to the rescue and all paws on deck.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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