We’re never going back inside. Unless it rains.
Or gets dark.
Or there’s a loud noise.
Or it’s bedtime.
It’s been raining day and night. One night there was thunder, and Poppy and Pickles had to sleep in the den, because everybody knows that’s the only safe place on Earth – but only if Poppy’s in there, too.
Another time, there was a tiny bit of tiny hail, and neither Poppy nor Betty could make it stop. That was also quite terrible.
There’s a story here.
Betty was in the house one lovely afternoon when Pickles walked in whimpering.
Why are you crying?
You’ve had lunch.
You went for a walk.
The back door is open, so you can go outside anytime you like.