I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and… hurry, hurry, hurry, Lady Human! Let me in! Weirdness is going on!
Me: Wait. What? What’s that noise? It sounds like a bunch of dry leaves falling, but there are only a few…it’s sleet! SLEET! It’s sleeting in October! Yee-hah!
Stella: Ice? The sky is spitting ice at me?
Me: Well, technically, at all of us…around here anyway. This is so funny. It’s sleeting in October. It was 85 degrees two days ago. And it’s Tall Man’s birthday! Wild!
Stella: Tall Man’s birthday? Why didn’t you say so?
Me: He doesn’t expect you all to do anything for his birthday. Except if you can learn to sing ‘Happy Birthday’. Bulldogs singing ‘Happy Birthday’. That would be cool.
Stella: No. No. You can forget that. Nobody tells me what to sing or when to sing it. But I think it is wonderful that the Great Creator is sending him a slushy on his birthday.
Me: This is cool, but there’s not enough ice falling right here to make a slushy drink. And what’s falling is melting as it hits the ground. So…
Stella: So, if enough sleet falls, everyone gets a slushy drink?
Me: I’ve never seen that, but if a lot falls, cars look like they’re wearing overcoats made of ice.
Stella: But you would never leave me outside in icy weather until I had an ice overcoat, right?
Stella: Or the others either? I act as though I don’t care about them, but really…I do.
Me: Right. I thank the LORD every day for His mercies and for giving all of us shelter from every storm.
Me: And for food.
Stella: Amen. Big AMEN!
Me: And for clean water.
Me: And for air to breathe.
Me: When did you start saying ‘Amen’ to my prayers?
Stella: I have for a long time now, Lady Human. Didn’t you tell me that the Book He gave you all says, ‘All creation groans…’? We always hope the best for humans. It means so much to us.
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