Nell: David is being demanding again.
Me: Is he?
Nell: Kev was trying to relax and David insisted on cuddles.
Me: You can never have enough cuddles in my book.
Nell: Don’t we know it. You and David are as bad as each other. Some of us like our space.
Me: There’s nothing more comforting than stroking a dog.
Nell: You’ve indulged that animal. He expects cuddles from everyone all the time.
Me: Any news on the missing apple crumble?
Nell: Yes. The empty bowl has been found.
Me: Where?
Nell: At the bus stop.
Me: It has to be Lady Anwen.
Nell: Why?
Me: Because that’s where she hangs out.
Nell: Hangs out? She’s a royal corgi.
Me: I’m surprised she managed to eat it all. She’s only small.
Nell: We don’t know it was her. I suspect the llamas.
Me: Why the llamas?
Nell: Everyone knows a llama can’t resist a crumble.
Me: Wouldn’t they just ask for some? Llamas aren’t the stealing type.
Nell: True.
Me: Were there any crumbs?
Nell: No, but a flock of birds was seen nearby so they might have eaten them.
Me: What kind of birds? Beefies? They eat anything.
Nell: No, they were quite large with black feathers.
Me: Are we talking rooks?
Nell: Maybe.
Me: Were they speaking French?
Nell: Are you suggesting NOIR is behind all this?
Me: The Notorious Organisation of International Rooks? Yes. It’s all in the name.
Nell: You might be right. But somebody must have taken the bowl so they’re definitely not working alone.
Me: The answer is obvious. It was that wretched lion.
Nell: You don’t know that.
Me: Nobody else had crumbs in their mane.
Nell: David did.
Me: Dave doesn’t have a mane.
Nell: You know what I mean.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
