Everyone loves Miss Maple

Nell: What’s that awful noise downstairs in the kitchen?

Me: Maple and Poppy are making bacon sandwiches.

Nell: It’s Miss Maple.

Me: She said I can call her Maple.

Nell: Did she indeed?

Me: Don’t be jealous.

Nell: I’m not. Why do they have to make so much noise?

Me: They’re using their swords to toss the bacon and everyone’s cheering.

Nell: Toss it where? Not into David’s mouth, I hope.

Me: No, although he’s clearing up any rashers that fall on the floor. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So helpful.

Nell: Where’s the rest of the bacon going?

Me: Into bread. They’re bacon sandwiches.

Nell: How?

Me: Poppy and Maple toss the bacon into the air. Manuel catches it in his tentacles and passes it to Malcom who places it onto buttered, or unbuttered, bread and covers it with red, or brown, sauce.

Nell: There are an awful lot of versions.

Me: Bacon sandwiches have to be done the right way and everyone has their own preference.

Nell: True. And then you all cheer?

Me: Yes. It’s enormous fun. You should join us.

Nell: Who’s us?

Me: Olive the Other Reindeer and the Larger Animals have popped over from The Barn.

Nell: I see.

Me: And Gladys and the llamas are awfully hungry after Gliding all morning.

Nell: I thought llamas were herbivores.

Me: They’re having salad with Henry and Horst but they still want to cheer.

Nell: Fair enough.

Me: John the Doberman is here too, with puppuccinos for everyone from Starbarks.

Nell: What does Poppy think about that?

Me: She’s far too busy tossing bacon with Maple.

Nell: Everyone seems to love Miss Maple.

Me: Yes, she’s great fun and absolutely adorable.

Nell: She can’t stay, you know. This is just a visit.

Me: I know. Sorry.

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