Me: Look at those two darling little sleepyheads.
Nell: David has never been little.
Me: It makes me want to cuddle up with them.
Nell: Please don’t. They had a large breakfast and need to sleep it off.
Me: Who knew Stephen Seagull wasn’t a one trick pony?
Nell: Why bring ponies into this?
Me: It’s just a saying.
Nell: He’s a Beefy.
Me: Never mind. His seafood linguine was delicious but his huevos rancheros this morning were absolutely amazing.
Nell: I prefer my Mexican eggs with a little less salsa.
Me: And homemade tortillas, too.
Nell: You’ve changed your tune.
Me: I’m beginning to wonder if there are any more baddies out there who can cook. Does anyone know if Lady Anwen is available ?
Nell: Isn’t she in prison?
Me: She’s a royal corgi. I think the bad ones just retire to the countryside.
Nell: You might be right.
Me: We’ll have to draw the line at Sven Gully. We don’t need hypnotising again.
Nell: We most certainly don’t, especially when The Great Mutliano isn’t here to save us.
Me: I remember when you started being nice to me. I knew something was wrong immediately.
Nell: I can be nice.
Me: Not like that. It was dreadful. You called me ‘dear’.
Nell: That’s not going to happen again any time soon.
Me: I know. Poppy started eating junk food.
Nell: Talking of Poppy, she’s not happy.
Me: Why?
Nell: She thinks Rupert has gone soft allowing lions and Beefies in the kitchen.
Me: Knitwear Wolf is just trying to be kind and give everyone a chance.
Nell: Yes.
Me: He’s such a wonderful wolf. It’s a lucky lady Labrador who wins his heart.
Nell: Why Labrador? Any lady would be lucky.
Me: Did I say Labrador? Silly me. Sorry.
