I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It was a dark and stormy morning. Rain rattled the windows as I set off for my special rainy-day bathroom spot by the driveway in the side yard. I entered the shadowy garage. Suddenly, the way before me stood blocked.
Me: Not really. Substantially narrowed, I’ll grant, but still passable.
Stella: Are you a bulldog?
Me: No, I think we have established that.
Stella: Try to see it from my point of view. To the left of me lurked a barrel monster, menacing my every step.
Me: Not a barrel monster. That is the same short grill that has been there every day that it hasn’t been in use.
Stella: Once again, Lady Human, try to see it from my point of view. Bulldog. Wide. Remember. To my right and squeezing my path was an I-don’t-know-what. It was huge, towering above me, threatening to crush me if I tried to pass by.
Me: That is a large cardboard box. Tall Man has to cut it up before he can put it in the recycling bin. Did you notice that you were able to pass between those two impassable objects?
Stella: Only after you led the way.
Me: A lesson for all of us. Why were you willing to follow my lead when you weren’t willing to go on your own?
Stella: I don’t want to say.
Me: Was it because you trust me?
Stella: I don’t want to say.
Me: Aw, Stella, I’m touched.
Stella: Yeah, you would have been touched if that tall box had fallen on you. In narrow places, always let somebody else to go first.
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