Nell: You’re up early.
Me: It’s Wednesday Writers.
Nell: David’s looking a little low.
Me: He’s missing Sally. He hasn’t seen her for weeks.
Nell: Someone should tell her to visit him.
Me: I’m not sure I can. Sally’s an independent Golden Retriever.
Nell: You might not be able to but I know someone who can.
Me: Who?
Nell: Charlie. He was a secret agent in the past and he’s been keeping a careful eye on Sally for years.
Me: How quickly can he get a message to her?
Nell: He already did.
Me: But we’ve only just discussed Dave’s lowness.
Nell: You told me he was crying yesterday.
Me: Yes, about the bone.
Nell: I thought it was that, too, but Charlie wasn’t sure and he told Sally.
Me: How?
Nell: Never you mind. We Guardians have our little ways.
Me: Like white feathers?
Nell: Maybe.
Me: And robins?
Nell: Possibly.
Me: And a parking space just when you thought you’’d never find one?
Nell: I couldn’t possibly say.
Me: I hope Sally listens to Charlie.
Nell: She will.
Me: Because Dave is feeling really down.
Nell: I know. Talking of parking spaces, are there any available near your house?
Me: A few. Why?
Nell: Just wondering.
Me: Oh, there’s one less now. A red car just pulled in.
Nell: A red car?
Me: Yes. I don’t recognise it.
Nell: Don’t you?
Me: It must be someone visiting.
Nell: I agree.
Me: You’re not going to believe this.
Nell: I might.
Me: It’s Sally in the red car.
Nell: Well, well. Knock me down with a white feather.
Me: You and Charlie organised this, didn’t you?
Nell: Just go and open the front door. There’s a beautiful Golden Retriever outside waiting to surprise her handsome Labrador.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
