Little Timmy is Down the Well

Yesterday, we were packing orders and Rosie would not shut up.  She went upstairs and yodelled, she came downstairs and yodelled.

I gave her a sausage.  
 

I moved a bed into the packing room so she could sit there: no.
 

More yodelling.
 

Eventually when we had tried everything with considerable interruption to the packing and were wondering if she was getting really senile and didn't know what she wanted....
 

One of us said 'where is Theo?'

And THEO HAD ESCAPED THE GARDEN. She was trying to tell us!

Anyway we then ran around madly trying to find where Theo had gone, and found him on the doorstep looking apologetic.