The Season of Goodwill

Me: Why are you sitting alone in the field?

Nell: I need time to think and the house is extremely noisy.

Me: Yes, it’s the lead up to Christmas and the Royal Wedding.

Nell: What Royal Wedding?

Me: Princess and Sir Roger Blubbery.

Nell: Princess is royal in name only and Poppy knighted Roger.

Me: Potato, potahto. I had the strangest dream, by the way.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: I flew to New York with a lion called Teddy.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: And I lost him in Times Square. I was devastated and I still am a bit even though I know it was only a dream.

Nell: It’s funny you should mention lions, actually, because that’s what I was thinking about.

Me: Not Lionel King again, Nell. He’s a bad lion.

Nell: When Sally and David went down to the beach they came across Lionel and he was in a sorry state.

Me: What do you mean?

Nell: Painfully thin with matted hair and tired eyes.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: David even offered him some food as all he’s been living off is discarded garage sandwiches.

Me: The ones with stale bread and wet ham?

Nell: Exactly.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: And Henry and Horst confirmed that rumour has it that the Beefies have turned on him.

Me: Where did they hear that?

Nell: At the Winged Insect Conference.

Me: I see.

Nell: Anyway, at Morning Thoughts today David and Sally suggested we might like to consider offering Lionel the Paw of Forgiveness.

Me: Really?

Nell: It’s Christmas. The season of goodwill.

Me: True.

Nell: Everyone agreed, so we’ve invited him to stay with us for Christmas.

Me: I wasn’t at the meeting.

Nell: No, but Kev was and you two think as one, surely?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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