A Crisis of Confidence

Nell: David is upstairs trying to fit into Poppy’s bed.

Me: I wonder why.

Nell: He’s the Mayor of Kingsbridge. He can’t be squeezing himself into tiny beds.

Me: He isn’t the mayor though, is he?

Nell: A mayor needs to have presence and flair.

Me: I know you’re ignoring me.

Nell: Nobody wants a shrinking mayor.

Me: It’s a crisis of confidence, This whole mayor thing is causing him unnecessary stress.

Nell: My friend Dorothy said the Whippets Institute are in quite a state about the cake competition.

Me: Why?

Nell: The decision to let David judge has not been universally welcomed.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Word has it that Pamela is deeply offended.

Me: Pamela the Pyrenean Mountain Dog?

Nell: Yes, she judged it last year.

Me: Is her nose out of joint?

Nell: We’re talking cakes here not noses.

Me: Never mind.

Nell: Pamela says she might not even go to the Village Fair.

Me: That’s just cutting off her nose to spite her face.

Nell: You’re talking about noses again.

Me: I can see why Pamela is upset. Could she and Dave judge together?

Nell: It’s a thought.

Me: Maybe Dave doesn’t like being so big. Maybe he wishes he was small like Poppy.

Nell: Well, he isn’t. And Poppy is only small in stature.

Me: I wonder if I would see life differently if I was a tall person.

Nell: That’s something we’ll never know.

Me: Imagine looking down at everything from a lofty height.

Nell: I’m fine as I am, thank you.

Me: Yes. It’s what makes you so wise.

Nell: David would be wise to get out of Poppy’s bed. She likes a short nap after breakfast.

Me: Poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. All big and bedless.

Nell: Do stop.

Me: Sorry.

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