Nell: You’re not going to believe this.
Me: I just might.
Nell: Evidence shows that the Stuffed Tiger is spying on Harriet.
Me: You do know the Stuffed Tiger isn’t real, don’t you?
Nell: Of course I do.
Me: And Harriet is actually the spy?
Nell: A witness saw the Stuffed Tiger lurking behind the Yellow Chair.
Me: A witness? Who?
Nell: It was David, if you must know.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy keeping an eye on his sister.
Nell: Fortunately, David had his iBone with him as he was expecting a call about turning on the Kingsbridge Christmas lights so he took a couple of photos.
Me: Is Dave turning on the Kingsbridge Christmas lights this year?
Nell: He’s the mayor. It’s his job. But that’s not the point.
Me: No. Was Harriet doing anything special when the Stuffed Tiger was spying on her?
Nell: Not really. She was just Having a Think.
Me: Not talking to Sally?
Nell: No. Any talks with Sally are held in secret.
Me: Of course. So, not much for the Stuffed Tiger to spy on at all really?
Nell: It doesn’t know that.
Me: It doesn’t know anything. It’s stuffed.
Nell: But what with? That’s the question.
Me: Is it?
Nell: Goodness only knows what could be hiding in there.
Me: I think it’s just fluff.
Nell: But you don’t know.
Me: True.
Nell: Anybody could be using it to transmit information.
Me: About what?
Nell: The Goings On.
Me: What Goings On?
Nell: There’s always something going on here.
Me: We’re not exactly MI5. It’s usually discussions about missing bacon, or Gladys sleeping in your handbag.
Nell: Has she been doing that again?
Me: No. It was just an example.
Nell: Leave my handbag out of this, please.
Me: Sorry.
