What a Pickle

Me: Is that you?

Nell: Of course it’s me.

Me: Why didn’t you answer before? Dave and Harriet are beside themselves with worry. I’ll send you a photo.

Nell: Now is not the time for photos.

Me: What happened? You were supposed to be coming straight home.

Nell: You’re not going to believe this.

Me: I just might.

Nell: Let’s say things didn’t go exactly as planned.

Me: Tell me.

Nell: There was an altercation on board ship.

Me: Do you mean a sword fight? That was bound to happen, Nell. All those cats and swords.

Nell: This fight was real.

Me: Was Poppy involved?

Nell: Both Poppy and Miss Maple were extremely involved and so was Rupert.

Me: Knitwear Wolf got into a fight?

Nell: He had no choice.

Me: Why?

Nell: I’m afraid I’ve been extremely foolish.

Me: What do you mean?

Nell: You warned me and I didn’t listen.

Me: I did?

Nell: You said he was behind all this and I refused to believe it.

Me: Are we talking about that lion?

Nell: Yes, Lionel King. And now Rupert is tied to the mast and we’ve set sail for goodness knows where.

Me: Hang on a minute, Nell. Did you say ‘set sail’?

Nell: Yes.

Me: So, you’re telling me that Lionel King and a dastardly band of sword fighting cats have you all imprisoned on the Cutty Bark?

Nell: Yes, and Lionel’s threatening to make Rupert walk the plank.

Me: Where are Poppy and Miss Maple?

Nell: The cats have imprisoned them in the crow’s nest.

Me: At the top of the mast?

Nell: Yes, ‘extra punishment for bad behaviour’ according to Lionel.

Me: Oh dear, you’re all in quite a pickle, aren’t you?

Nell: This is rather more than a pickle.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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