A Very Important Guest

Me: Are you waiting for Tony?

Nell: No. I’m expecting a Very Important Guest for lunch.

Me: If it’s that Jack Russell terrier don’t bother. I saw him out in the field interviewing the llamas.

Nell: It’s not that Jack Russell. He’s not important and besides one should never invite reporters for lunch.

Me: I wouldn’t mind talking to him.

Nell: Don’t you dare.

Me: There’s a lot I could tell him about that lion.

Nell: Lionel is determined to be a good lion. He’s out in the kitchen right now making pasta for lunch with Poppy.

Me: Lionel is making pasta? With Poppy?

Nell: Yes. Our guest has a passion for pappardelle.

Me: Goodness me. Is it your friend Dorothy?

Nell: Dorothy doesn’t eat pasta. She’s a quiche and salad kind of animal.

Me: You enjoy a salad too, don’t you?

Nell: Yes, it’s part of my new regime.

Me: So, are you going to tell me who the mystery guest is?

Nell: Miss Maple, if you must know. Sally heard she was in the area.

Me: How delightful. No wonder Poppy is busy making a special lunch. She and Maple are best friends.

Nell: Yes. They are now that the misunderstanding over John the Doberman’s affections have been cleared up.

Me: Hang on a minute. Miss Maple can’t stand Lionel King.

Nell: I know.

Me: She and Poppy were imprisoned in the crow’s nest on his ship.

Nell: Yes, I remember. I was there.

Me: She won’t want him making her lunch.

Nell: She has decided to give him A Second Chance.

Me: Why on earth would she do that?

Nell: Sally asked her to.

Me: I can’t believe it. There’s more to this than meets the eye.

Nell: Nonsense. It’s just a simple lunch.

Me: Okay. Sorry.

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