Nell: I’m not sure what to make of this at all.
Me: When we showed the Dartmoor ponies a photo of Sally they all nodded.
Nell: I know but it’s something ponies do.
Me: Like seals clapping?
Nell: Don’t bring seals into this, please. I’ve got more than enough in my bowl.
Me: If Manaton saw a wolf in a cardigan and the other ponies saw a Golden Retriever we must be on the right track.
Nell: Yes, they have to be somewhere near here.
Me: I don’t know about you, Nell, but I could do with a cream tea. All this searching is awfully tiring.
Nell: How can you think about food at a time like this?
Me: We have to keep our strength up. A nice cup of tea and a few scones is just what we need and Dartmoor clotted cream is the best.
Nell: You might be right. Perhaps we could go to the cafe where David was last seen?
Me: Good idea.
Nell: I’m not taking everyone. The llamas have no idea how to behave in public.
Me: I agree. Just you, me, Poppy and Harriet.
Nell: Yes, the others can go hiking.
Me: I’m not sure the Welsh Corgi Choir will manage to hike very far. They only have little legs.
Nell: They’ll be fine. They’re all wearing sturdy boots.
Me: Yes, I’m rather impressed.
Nell: Never underestimate a corgi. They are extremely resilient.
Me: I suppose they could always ride on the llamas if they get tired.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Needs must.
Nell: Well it’s not something I would ever consider doing.
Me: Never say never.
Nell: Let’s just find the cafe. Corgis riding llamas is more than I can deal with at the moment.
Me: Yes, of course. Sorry.
