Me: Why are you and Dave hiding under the kitchen table?
Nell: Never you mind.
Me: What have you done?
Nell: Nothing.
Me: You must have done something. You both look very worried.
Nell: We are.
Me: Why?
Nell: It’s not only Sally.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: One of the sheep has started talking.
Me: They’re always talking. They never stop.
Nell: I heard it, too.
Me: We can all hear them, Nell. Was it Lady BaBa?
Nell: It wasn’t singing. It was much deeper and nastier.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: We think it might be Ramson Hunter.
Me: The evil ram with the piercing blue eyes?
Nell: Yes.
Me: What did he say?
Nell: ‘Ready for more?’
Me: That’s not very nice.
Nell: No, it isn’t.
Me: But it’s not enough to make you hide under the kitchen table.
Nell: There was more.
Me: Tell me. What else did he say?
Nell: ‘Who’s next?’
Me: Now, that is nasty. Who is next?
Nell: We don’t know.
Me: And next for what?
Nell: We don’t know that, either.
Me: You’ve got to talk to PC Panda about this development.
Nell: Yes.
Me: It’s harassment at the very least.
Nell: I should probably call a family meeting, too.
Me: I agree. Does Knitwear Wolf know about it?
Nell: No. He hasn’t come back from his deliveries yet.
Me: He’s not late, is he? Only, he’s usually in the kitchen drinking tea and chatting to Herr Hoffmann at this time of the morning .
Nell: Rupert is a little late, come to think of it.
Me: Call him on his iBone now.
Nell: Why?
Me: I would rather you did.
Nell: He’s not answering.
Me: I hope he’s only out of signal.
Nell: Why?
Me: I’m just getting carried away. Sorry.
