It’s Moved

Nell: Come downstairs right now, please.

Me: Stop shouting. Has something happened?

Nell: It’s moved.

Me: What’s moved?

Nell: The Stuffed Tiger. It’s on the other sofa.

Me: Calm down. I’m coming.

Nell: We’ve surrounded it but I’m not sure how long we can keep this up. Some of us are in need of a second breakfast.

Me: Okay. I’m here.

Nell: See what I mean.

Me: It’s not moving now.

Nell: Not now it isn’t but it did when no one was watching. It was on Poppy’s Palace before.

Me: At least she’ll be pleased it’s gone.

Nell: It hasn’t gone. It’s on my sofa.

Me: Curiouser and curiouser. How is this happening?

Nell: It’s fairly obvious to me.

Me: Is it?

Nell: Yes. The Stuffed Tiger is not working alone. It has an accomplice.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: And the accomplice is moving amongst us.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: While we were enjoying our first breakfast of cereal and toast in the kitchen the Stuffed Tiger was in here.

Me: Poor thing. All alone.

Nell: Except it wasn’t. Someone moved it.

Me: So, you don’t think it moved itself?

Nell: It’s a stuffed toy. Do keep up.

Me: Maybe it comes to life when no one is looking. Stranger things have happened.

Nell: This isn’t Toy Story. Try and be a little realistic.

Me: If you’re right then it means the accomplice is one of you.

Nell: I know.

Me: It’s definitely not Dave. I know he looks guilty but he always looks like that when he’s worried. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: David is not a suspect and neither is Harriet. We breakfasted together.

Me: You don’t think it’s me, do you?

Nell: Of course not.You were upstairs writing. Good grief. Get a grip.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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