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.
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.