Me: You three seem a little out of sorts.
Nell: We are.
Me: That’s a shame. It’s a beautiful sunny day. Perfect weather for this afternoon’s viewing.
Nell: If you say so.
Me: Fingers crossed they fall in love with the house.
Nell: They’d better.
Me: Yes. The clock is ticking and we don’t want to lose the little cottage in the middle of nowhere.
Nell: Is it really in the middle of nowhere?
Me: No. It’s in a tiny hamlet with a few other cottages and nothing else but countryside.
Nell: Well, I certainly hope this mass exodus isn’t for nothing.
Me: Mass exodus?
Nell: Do you know how many animals are being evacuated from their home this lunchtime?
Me: I haven’t counted.
Nell: If the potential buyers see us leaving they’re going to think we’re a travelling circus.
Me: The llamas don’t have to leave. They can stay in the field if they’re quiet.
Nell: What about Beauregard, Mrs King and Roary?
Me: They’ll have to vacate the Tree House. We can’t have the buyers bumping into a tiger and two lions.
Nell: Three lions. Lionel is still here. Remember?
Me: Oh yes.
Nell: Rupert took Princess and Sir Roger Blubbery down to the sea this morning.
Me: We can’t have seals clapping everyone.
Nell: And Herr and Frau Hoffmann have been busy making a picnic for us all as there’s no lunch.
Me: I suppose it is a bit of a palaver.
Nell: Palaver?
Me: It’ll be worth it in the end.
Nell: Do people realise what havoc they’re causing?
Me: We’re the ones causing havoc with our large, exotic family.
Nell: And another thing.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Why is the Stuffed Tiger allowed to stay on top of the wardrobe?
Me: Because it’s stuffed. Sorry.
