Judy was in her kitchen piling cream on to a pavlova. She licked the wooden spoon, passed it through the window to Mrs Moo who smelled it, sneezed, then trod away flicking flies with her tail in through the window. Earl, were going next door. I’ve made pavlova and wish to share it with the Dennison’s. Joan answered the door and stared at Judy, and what would you like? I’m sorry about my behaviour earlier. I’ve made you pavlova. Can we come in? Oh, alright then. That better be light cream on top Judy. Oh, it is Joan, it is.