Nik
Speaker to Cats
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As you've noticed, I struggle with dialogue attribution. How's this tranche ??
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I was half way back {to the cave} when I heard Sue's welcome cry of, "Hello, Mister Mike !"
"Hello !" I shouted back. "All well ?"
"Yes, but we'll need a hand on the ladders !"
"Two minutes !" I passed my tools to Dave at the cave mouth then headed for the ladders. I was still wary of the way they flexed and bounced, but I climbed quickly. My first glance at the trio told me a lot. "You look exhausted. Did you push the pace ?"
"We set off late, Mister Mike," O admitted.
Sue waved at the bag suspended from the pole she shared with Henry, said, "The clay just got heavier and heavier--"
"You have clay !"
"Enough for a couple of pots..." Sue sighed. "Ooh, I could do with a hot drink..."
"Kettle's on." Dave clambered onto the plateau. "You've got clay ! How did you get on with the rest ?"
"It went well." O allowed himself a smile, turned to me. "The rock pools were as rich as you hoped, Mister Mike."
"We had boiled crab, boiled shell-fish and baked fish." Sue patted her tum. "Good stuff !"
"Excellent !" But I had to ask, "You found shelter ?"
"A rock shelter." O nodded.
"It was just what we wanted." Sue patted a pocket. "I've got photos."
"It's on the side of the headland overlooking a small bay," Henry said.
Sue continued, "It was about twenty feet wide, a dozen feet deep, almost high enough to stand near the front."
"We piled some rocks as a wind-break, built a hearth," Henry added.
"There was no sign of a fire, Mister Mike," O reported. "We must have been the first to use it."
"Could a roof fall have made a new floor level ?"
"It was clean, Mister Mike," O insisted. "We moved the loose stones."
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I was half way back {to the cave} when I heard Sue's welcome cry of, "Hello, Mister Mike !"
"Hello !" I shouted back. "All well ?"
"Yes, but we'll need a hand on the ladders !"
"Two minutes !" I passed my tools to Dave at the cave mouth then headed for the ladders. I was still wary of the way they flexed and bounced, but I climbed quickly. My first glance at the trio told me a lot. "You look exhausted. Did you push the pace ?"
"We set off late, Mister Mike," O admitted.
Sue waved at the bag suspended from the pole she shared with Henry, said, "The clay just got heavier and heavier--"
"You have clay !"
"Enough for a couple of pots..." Sue sighed. "Ooh, I could do with a hot drink..."
"Kettle's on." Dave clambered onto the plateau. "You've got clay ! How did you get on with the rest ?"
"It went well." O allowed himself a smile, turned to me. "The rock pools were as rich as you hoped, Mister Mike."
"We had boiled crab, boiled shell-fish and baked fish." Sue patted her tum. "Good stuff !"
"Excellent !" But I had to ask, "You found shelter ?"
"A rock shelter." O nodded.
"It was just what we wanted." Sue patted a pocket. "I've got photos."
"It's on the side of the headland overlooking a small bay," Henry said.
Sue continued, "It was about twenty feet wide, a dozen feet deep, almost high enough to stand near the front."
"We piled some rocks as a wind-break, built a hearth," Henry added.
"There was no sign of a fire, Mister Mike," O reported. "We must have been the first to use it."
"Could a roof fall have made a new floor level ?"
"It was clean, Mister Mike," O insisted. "We moved the loose stones."