Me: Look at my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. Who could resist that little face?
Nell: David needs to stop begging for bacon.
Me: He’s a Labrador.
Nell: Tuesday is not a bacon day.
Me: But Alice is visiting.
Nell: Poppy is far too busy. Boiled eggs and soldiers will have to do. David knows that.
Me: What’s Poppy doing this morning?
Nell: Lassoing llamas, if you must know.
Me: Seriously?
Nell: Yes, and the wretched creatures aren’t cooperating.
Me: I don’t blame them.
Nell: Two of them actually cartwheeled away.
Me: How clever.
Nell: And several others simply fell over.
Me: Did anyone spit?
Nell: A couple of cowboys, but I don’t know where they came from.
Me: Is there any particular reason why Poppy is lassoing llamas?
Nell: I should have thought it was obvious.
Me: Not to me.
Nell: You can’t be Indiana Bones without knowing how to lasso a llama.
Me: Are you sure about that?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Well, David’s definitely going to need a bacon sandwich before he masters that skill. Everyone knows you can’t lasso anything on an empty stomach.
Nell: Very funny.
Me: How many Indianas are there?
Nell: More than we started with and more than we need, if you ask me.
Me: Is that lion still involved?
Nell: Lionel is part of the group.
Me: I think Jim the Farm Dog would make a wonderful replacement Indiana if Dave’s having an off day.
Nell: Funny you should say that.
Me: Why?
Nell: Bumper said the same thing at our management meeting.
Me: Has anyone spoken to Harriet yet?
Nell: Yes. Sally had a word with her last night.
Me: I mean about her crush on Bumper, not spying.
Nell: So do I and she took it well.
Me: Good. Sorry.
