The Bad News: The NaNoWriMo train has left the station, but Flopsy and Mopsy are still on the platform, stuck for all time at an official word count of 16,208.

The Good(?) News: The Narrator desperately wants to help tell their story, because it’s been so desperately dull for the past 150-odd years…and things are about to get a lot odder. We just have to get through a bit more excruciating exposition: The Narrator.

Finally, some progress on the convergence of Flopsy, Mopsy, Helen and the Narrator: Everyone, Including the Narrator. Probably too late to meet the NaNoWriMo deadline, but that’s the way the banana crumbles (assuming, as always, a freeze-dried banana).

This was typed and posted entirely on my phone, so I apologize for the (lack of) formatting. Hope the link works, too. Mopsy, Flopsy, Helen, Flopsy and the Narrator. No, Not the Narrator. But Definitely Flopsy.

Again, not really worth reading. It’s just, “Moo. Moo.” and then, “Moo.” Really, just skip ahead to chapter 13. This is chapter 12: The Narrator

Finally, a little progress on the story. Or at least the promise of progress in the relatively near future, thanks to Helen’s perseverance: Mopsy and Helen.

Desperately seeking a narrator. It’s getting harder and harder to follow the dialog in the absence of attribution. Mopsy, Flopsy and Helen.

Still no narrator, and the strain is beginning to show. Another 1200 words, though: Flopsy, Mopsy and (eventually) Helen.
We’re into five digits! That’s practically a whole hand!