Me: What were you doing down on the beach?
Nell: Never you mind.
Me: You were secretly looking for something. You gave me one of your caught in the act looks.
Nell: Did I?
Me: And later you disappeared into the distance. I saw you.
Nell: If you saw me then I can’t have disappeared.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: I went to talk to the rabbits, if you must know.
Me: Why?
Nell: You’re asking far too many questions for a Wednesday morning. Don’t you have a writing workshop?
Me: I’ve still got a few minutes before it starts. What’s going on?
Nell: If I tell you I want you to remain calm.
Me: Now you’re worrying me.
Nell: I don’t want any hysterical squealing.
Me: I don’t squeal.
Nell: Not even when someone mentions snakes?
Me: Don’t mention snakes. I’m terrified of them.
Nell: That’s exactly why I didn’t want to mention them but you insisted. Have you seen my handbag?
Me: Why? Is there a snake in it?
Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. Snakes can’t stand handbags and neither can crocodiles. I need my reading glasses.
Me: Were you looking for snakes down on the beach?
Nell: Not really.
Me: That’s a relief.
Nell: Snakes usually stay in the undergrowth. They don’t bother much with the beach.
Me: Are you serious?
Nell: Why do you think there are signs everywhere saying ‘Adders’?
Me: Oh yes.
Nell: Anyway, the rabbits say it’s important to let the snakes know you’re coming.
Me: How? By booking an appointment?
Nell: Very funny. Snakes are easily startled so it might be wise to sing next time we walk along the narrower paths.
Me: I don’t want to meet a snake.
Nell: It feels the same way about you.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
