Poppy is Defiant

Me: How did Poppy’s phone call with the Royal Terriers go?

Nell: Not well at all.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: She’s been given 3 points on her licence and has to attend a sword awareness course.

Me: I didn’t know there was such a thing.

Nell: Why would you? You don’t carry a sword.

Me: True.

Nell: She says she’s not going, of course.

Me: She has to attend, Nell.

Nell: I know. Harriet is trying to reason with her right now.

Me: Good luck with that.

Nell: Poppy’s sitting in the yellow chair refusing to listen. She’s completely defiant and only wants to play Cheeky Animals.

Me: Do you think they’ll take her sword away?

Nell: They might try. I’m not entirely sure they’ll succeed, however. She says she’s prepared to fight if necessary.

Me: Should we ask John the Doberman to talk to her? He is her fiancé.

Nell: Ex fiancé. She says she’s done with romance and it’s highly overrated.

Me: What a shame.

Nell: John’s already tried. He came round early this morning with a blueberry muffin. Her favourite.

Me: Did she listen?

Nell: She threw it at him.

Me: What a waste.

Nell: Don’t worry. David caught it. He’s good like that.

Me: Yes, I’ve noticed. Maybe Knitwear Wolf could give it a try? He’s calm and sensible and we all listen to him.

Nell: Yes, we do.

Me: And autumn is his time of the year.

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: It’s the perfect time for cardigans and the colours are wonderfully wolfish.

Nell: You worry me sometimes. You really do.

Me: Harriet is an autumn sort of animal too with her glossy conker brown coat.

Nell: Could we stop discussing colour palettes and get back to Poppy, please?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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