Me: ‘Harriet’s the Queen of the Castle. Get down you dirty rascal.‘
Nell: How dare you sing something like that? I am not a dirty rascal. I’m a Senior Labrador.
Me: It’s a nursery rhyme. Harriet reminded me of it when she climbed up there.
Nell: I wish she wouldn’t. I’ve told her repeatedly not to do that.
Me: I think she’s part of Special Forces.
Nell: Special Forces?
Me: Yes. The Flamingo Foreign Legion are recruiting to help them find Frankie the missing flamingo.
Nell: I know. Henry and Horst are heavily involved.
Me: What does that mean?
Nell: Never you mind.
Me: Don’t tap your nose like that. Have they gone undercover?
Nell: Underfeather would be more accurate.
Me: Are they flying around the country on a flamingo?
Nell: Let’s start with Devon, shall we?
Me: They’re like World War One pilots, aren’t they? Risking their lives in fragile aircraft.
Nell: I’m not sure Count Bingo would appreciate the comparison.
Me: I hope they’re wearing hats and safety goggles.
Nell: Of course they are.
Me: Dave hasn’t joined them, has he?
Nell: Can you seriously see David flying around on a flamingo?
Me: I can. He has an awfully noble side to him, you know. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Where are we going to find a flamingo large enough to carry him?
Me: What about a Golden Eagle?
Nell: Don’t be silly.
Me: Are none available?
Nell: I’m not even going to answer that.
Me: I hope the Beefies haven’t been recruited.
Nell: Actually, they did volunteer.
Me: Really?
Nell: Yes, and Count Bingo decided to accept their help.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: They have a vast network all along the coast and it would be foolish not to take advantage of it.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
