And Then It All Changed

Me: Here’s the thing.

Nell: I don’t like it when you say that.

Me: I know.

Nell: Well, go on then. You’ve obviously got something to say.

Me: I admit that when I first saw Beauregard’s hat I wondered if an extravagantly tasseled sombrero was really the look a tiger should be aiming for.

Nell: Didn’t we all.

Me: But as we started walking to the beach and the path seemed deserted I thought at least it was working.

Nell: Everyone ran away.

Me: Except for the snakes.

Nell: Well, yes. Further down the path things changed a little.

Me: You mean a lot.

Nell: I suppose so.

Me: When you told me Henry and Horst were snake charmers I didn’t realise they were the Sonny and Cher of the snake world.

Nell: They are certainly popular.

Me: I didn’t expect snakes to be lining the path waving their heads in some kind of hypnotic daze.

Nell: It was rather mesmerising.

Me: Or for word to have spread to almost every snake in Devon.

Nell: There were rather a lot of them.

Me: There were hundreds.

Nell: Yes, it reminded me of that snake temple in Bangkok.

Me: You’ve never been to Bangkok.

Nell: No, but you have and you told me about it.

Me: Terrifying place. Snakes everywhere.

Nell: Exactly.

Me: I’m not doing that again, Nell.

Nell: Of course you’re not. One visit to a snake temple is more than enough for anyone.

Me: I meant walk along a snake lined path to the beach with a sombrero wearing tiger and two woodlice celebrities.

Nell: Fair enough. We made the front page of the Daily Growl though. So that’s something to celebrate.

Me: Really?

Nell: Chin up, Poppy’s baked shortbread and Saturday Kitchen is starting.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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