Longing for a Lion

Me: I’d like to make an observation.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: When we were all down on the beach.

Nell: Yes?

Me: We all had fun despite the grey weather.

Nell: Especially Harriet.

Me: Yes. Harriet comes alive by the sea. Bless her.

Nell: I know. I think she would live on the beach if she could.

Me: I agree, but back to my observation.

Nell: Oh dear.

Me: While we were having fun all you did was gaze at the island.

Nell: We all gaze at the island. It encourages contemplation. Kev does it all the time.

Me: Your gaze seemed a little bit like longing to me.

Nell: Longing?

Me: Yes. Longing for a lion. Gosh, that sounds like a song, doesn’t it?

Nell: Longing for a lion? I’m not longing for anyone.

Me: I really hope not. He’s bad news, Nell.

Nell: I am aware of that, thank you. On another note, I know why Poppy was so low yesterday.

Me: She was angry with that wretched lion of yours.

Nell: It was not about Lionel and he’s not mine.

Me: What was it about then?

Nell: John the Doberman.

Me: John is nothing but kind. It was so sweet of him to bring puppuccinos for everyone.

Nell: Yes, but Miss Maple’s puppuccino had a heart drawn in the foam.

Me: Did it really?

Nell: Why are you smiling?

Me: So Poppy thinks John might have taken a shine to Maple?

Nell: She does.

Me: And it’s made her realise how much she cares about John?

Nell: It has.

Me: Job done then.

Nell: What’s that supposed to mean?

Me: I told him he might need to make her jealous.

Nell: Yes, and now Poppy’s challenged Miss Maple to a sword fight.

Me: Oh no. Sorry.

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