I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. As all people and bulldogs know, a queen must have a fine coach in which to ride so she can survey her realm and wave to the crowds.
Me: Crowds?
Stella: My subjects.
Me: Look around. Your crowd is right here.
Stella: Lady Human, if the Rolling Box won’t roll, how can I find the rest of my crowd. What is wrong with it? Why won’t it mind you?
Me: Cars don’t always mind. A battery cable snapped and it won’t start. Tall Man is working on it.
Stella: Tell him to work faster.
Me: Nope.
Stella: Tell him my subjects are waiting and, if I don’t come by soon, the crowds will drift off.
Me: Stella, there are no crowds waiting.
Stella: Yes, there are. I see them every time we roll around in the Box. They are everywhere. The Rolling Box must be fixed.
Me: It will be, but Tall Man takes his time and does these jobs the right way.
Stella: I can’t be a good queen without a royal coach.
Me: Well then, you’ll just have to be a mediocre queen until tomorrow because the car is probably not going to be fixed until after your bedtime.
Stella: Take me to one of those places we pass all the time, where all the pretty Rolling Boxes are waiting to be adopted into new forever homes. I wish to select a new royal carriage that will always start. You will buy me one.
Me: Nope.
Stella: It will be for me alone. None of the other bulldogs will be allowed to ride in it. It will have a big backseat, bulldog-sized, and… wait. What do you mean ‘Nope’? You say that as though you will not buy me a Rolling Box.
Me: The purchase of a new Rolling Box as you call it is a big decision for humans to make.
Stella: That’s all right, Lady Human. I will take the burden of the decision off your human shoulders and place it on my wide bulldog shoulders. There! Done! New Rolling Box, here we come!
Me: We’ll see. To be continued…
Stella: Nope. The Queen hath spoken.
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