Me: Dave loves his Neon Green Chew so much. He’s even fallen asleep with it in his mouth. Bless.
Nell: Never mind David. We need to talk snakes.
Me: Must we?
Nell: Peter Jung has had an excellent idea.
Me: One of our followers on Facebook?
Nell: Yes. Peter pointed out that Oliver is extremely good at killing snakes being an opossum and suggested we take him with us on our walks.
Me: We can’t kill the snakes, Nell. They’re protected.
Nell: Of course we can’t. But the snakes don’t know that. When they see Oliver they will slither away.
Me: I’m not sure an opossum on a lead is the way to go.
Nell: Oliver won’t be on a lead.
Me: Won’t he?
Nell: No, Peter had another good idea and you’re going to love this one.
Me: I’m not sure I am.
Nell: Oliver will be riding Beauregard.
Me: The tiger Beauregard who lives in the tree house with Mrs King the lion and little Roary the lion cub?
Nell: Of course. Unless there are other tigers in our vicinity who are friends with an opossum.
Me: What other tigers in our vicinity?
Nell: Focus.
Me: So, let me get this straight. You’re suggesting when we go on our walks to the beach we follow an opossum riding a tiger?
Nell: I didn’t suggest it. Peter did.
Me: Much as I dislike snakes I don’t think we should terrify them, or the rest of the public who just want to enjoy the beach.
Nell: I know opossums aren’t everyone’s cup of tea but terrified is rather extreme.
Me: Oliver would be riding a tiger.
Nell: Beauregard is a pussy cat when you get to know him. Charm personified.
Me: Don’t you mean tigerified?
Nell: Very funny.
Me: Sorry.
