I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The earth rumbles. The trees shake. What is coming? Boom! Boom! Boom! Is it a monster? Is it a giant?
Me: Is this the start of one of your new stories?
Stella: No. Shhhh! Listen!
Stella: Where was I? Oh, yeah. Is it a monster? Is it a giant? Trees fall in its path. Plants collapse beneath its weight. It is…Sweetie, the Giant Bulldog Forest Crusher!
Stella: She flattens forests! Wild animals flee at her approach!
Me: Really? I hadn’t noticed.
Stella: Look! Look at the plants! She steps on them and down they go!
Me: Well, some of the lamb’s quarter is broken. No great loss. There’s plenty more.
Stella: Sweetie makes her own paths. Like those big gray animals on the Picture Box, the ones with the noses like your water hose when it goes nuts and swings around like a loose snake.
Stella: If you say so. Sweetie is a bulldog elephant. If anyone needs a new road or path, just tell Sweetie. She will plow it for you.
Me: I’ll keep that in mind.
Stella: Everything crashes in front of her.
Me: If you say so.
Stella: I do say so.
Me: Funny that so many plants are still standing in the yard if she is such a bulldozer.
Stella: Bulldozer? What is a bulldozer?
Me: A bulldog on wheels.
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