Me: Faye loves you all so much, doesn’t she?
Nell: Yes, she does.
Me: She never stops cuddling the Puppies.
Nell: I know.
Me: And she always wants to be the one to give you treats.
Nell: She’s also an excellent listener.
Me: She probably gets that from me.
Nell: Really?
Me: Yes, I’m an excellent listener.
Nell: Are you though?
Me: I listen to you.
Nell: You didn’t listen to me about Barry.
Me: Barry? Who’s Barry?
Nell: The Stuffed Tiger. I told you he was sly.
Me: He’s not sly, Nell. He’s stuffed.
Nell: Well, he’s in jail now.
Me: In jail?
Nell: You’re doing that repeating thing again.
Me: Why is he in jail?
Nell: Who knows? It could be a number of things.
Me: Like what?
Nell: Slyness, Eavesdropping on Conversations that have Nothing To Do With Him, Threatening Behaviour. The list goes on.
Me: Threatening Behaviour?
Nell: Ask Nigel. He’s been called as a witness.
Me: Barry never actually did anything to Nigel.
Nell: That’s what you think.
Me: When did you find out his name was Barry?
Nell: Faye told us.
Me: How did she know?
Nell: My guess is Barry broke down during interrogation and finally started talking.
Me: Or she made it up? She is my granddaughter after all.
Nell: Either way, that Tiger is going down.
Me: I don’t think it is, Nell. I saw it back on the bunk bed just now.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: It’s up there with the Cuddle Nells.
Nell: Who paid its bail?
Me: I have no idea but I’m guessing ice cream or cake may have been involved.
Nell: Why?
Me: Faye has a sweet tooth.
Nell: Don’t start blaming Faye for this. That Tiger has accomplices.
Me: Yes, of course. Sorry.
