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.
