I, Stella, Illustrious and Noble Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, hereby declare tomorrow to be Happy Thanksgiving Day, the Great Feast Day of the Humans Who Call Themselves Americans. Let the excessive eating begin.
Me: Thank you, Stella…
Stella: You see! My decree is already having an effect.
Me: Actually, the official Thanksgiving Day Proclamation goes back over a century and a half, so you are a little late.
Stella: A century and a half. Is that like yesterday afternoon?
Me: Not by a long sight. A century is a hundred years. To put that in perspective, you are 3 years old.
Stella: How can that be? I have been me forever.
Me: Time is a strange thing. Tell me, for what are you giving thanks?
Stella: I haven’t thought about it.
Me: Just off the top of your head.
Stella: I haven’t got anything on the top of my head. Not even a crown for which I am still waiting patiently – hint, hint. Nothing is on the top of my head…Except hair.. And my ears. All right. I am thankful to the Great Creator for my hair and for my ears.
Me: That’s not exactly what I meant.
Stella: Off the top of my head, I am thankful for my head. I am thankful that it is a bulldog head. Any other head would look weird on my body. And I am grateful to the Great Creator that the food keeps coming and I know it is from Him because humans are so forgetful. If He did not remind them, they would neglect to buy it.
Me: That makes me grateful to the Great Creator, too, for His reminders.
Stella: And I am grateful for Thanksgiving Day because it is a day of food and there are few things in the world that bulldogs like better than food.
Me: Happy Thanksgiving, Stella.
Stella: Happy Thanksgiving, Lady Human. Now where is my feast?
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