'It's turning out to be quite a nice holiday after all,' Annie mooed.
'So it is!' Cyril replied. 'I said there was no point in getting worried.'
'You did!' Annie agreed. 'At least I heard a voice in my head that sounded like yours and it was saying something like that. Although it might not have been you and it's entirely possible I was asleep at the time.'
'Close enough,' said Cyril. 'Another towel?'
'Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!' Annie replied. 'I think I might. What flavours do you have Mr Towel Vendor?'
Cyril nibbled the corner of the nearest towel.
'This one's triple mint choc chip and raspleberry.'
'My favourite!' Annie replied.
Cyril caught the towel within his tail and flicked it up.
'So, what happens now?' Annie asked.
'I think I should order some more drinks,' Cyril replied.
'And how are those ones?'
'Getting better,' said Cyril, 'but I think young Alice could do with further training and I may reduce the number of ice cubes to three per glass.'
'Complextechnicalfrozenwatertastic!'
'And yourself?'
'I'm thinking of diving off my board,' Annie replied, 'but am yet to decide which direction to travel in.'
'There's a number of options,' Cyril observed.'
'I know,' Annie replied. 'Down is closer but involves inevitable wateryness, where as up is further but has pretty birdies in it.'
'Maybe nibble another towel while you're considering?'
'Top advice!' Annie mooed.
And she did a short and very careful dance.
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