I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The weather is wonderfully cooler, but it is still summer, at least that is what the birds and green leaves tell me. Why is the air not burning, Lady Human?
Me: We are receiving some rain and breezes from many miles south of here. A hurricane came ashore the other day.
Stella: Another confusing human word which means what?
Me: A huge and dangerous storm with much rain and wind.
Stella: Like a thunderstorm that flashes bright light while rain hits the windows like little rocks?
Me: No, more than that.
Stella; Thunderstorms are scary. How can a hurricane be more than that?
Me: It is the size of hundreds of thunderstorms all circling around a center. The winds are so strong that large trees break and small ones bow and signs and roofs of buildings tear off and go flying and rain floods everything low and rises higher and higher.
Stella: Have you ever seen this horror called a hurricane, Lady Human?
Me: Yes. Many years ago, a very powerful hurricane hit my hometown head on. I was very young, but I remember my father boarding up our windows and tying down our yard furniture and my swing set and slide with strong wires so they would not fly off. And I remember my mother putting rolled up towels against the bottom of the doors to keep the water out for as long as possible.
Stella: And did it? Stay out? The water?
Me: The rain filled the ditch by the road and covered the yard and came up over the front step and right up to the door. And then stopped. As I recall, the towels got wet, but not the carpet. And then the hurricane passed.
Stella: Where did it go?
Me: As hurricanes go inland away from the big waters, they die out.
Me: They named that one Carla.
Stella: Humans name monster storms?
Stella: Like they are pets?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe it makes the event more memorable. Instead of calling it Hurricane Number 34810 or something like that. This one is called Harvey.
Stella: I don’t care to meet him.
Me: Me either. But many of our neighbors already have.
Stella: Can a hurricane throw a bulldog?
Me: Yes, I’m sure it can.
Stella: Lady Human, will it come here?
Me: We may get some rain. Don’t worry about the winds. I’ve never seen a hurricane remnant this far from the coast with more than 40 mile per hour winds.
Stella: If it’s all the same to you, I will be happy to send the cooler air away if our neighbors can be all right. So please, just send Harvey away.
Me: We will pray, Stella. As always, we will pray.
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