I am Stella, Queen of the Olde…English…Bulldogges. AAAAAGGGGHHH! Awww, what’s that awful smell?
Snoopey: It’s Lady Human. I smelled her as she passed by. AACK!
Me: Why all the barking?
Tiger: Stink! Stink! Stink!
Me: You all are the last of God’s creatures to be complaining about stink.
Stella: No, I think you hold that prize now, Lady Human. Gag. Cough. Spit. Ew, it won’t go away! You need to clear up that smell immediately.
Miss Sweetie: Yes, please. PLEASE! Ugh, my nose is burning.
Doodlebug: And you all thought MY breath smelled foul.
Wiggles: Your mouth is a rose garden compared to this. And I don’t even like roses.
Snoopey: Christmas is ruined! The stink killed it!
Me: Why are you all barking? It’s like an eruption!
Stella: Why? Are you kidding me? Take it away! Take the stink away! What is it? Will it end the world?
Me: No, it just seems like it. I harvested the chickens’ eggs. One of them exploded.
Stella: Was that the loud pop we heard?
Me: Yes. Yuck.
Stella: One rotten egg caused all this by itself?
Me: Yeah. Thank the LORD that the eggs were double bagged.
Stella: Not good enough!
Snoopey: Christmas is ruined!
Me: No, we will recover from this before Christmas. I promise. I’m disposing of the remains of the rotten egg now. Give it a few minutes.
Wiggles: Minutes? Is that like 1…2…3?
Doodlebug: 1…2…3…nope. Still stinks.
Me: Okay, the offending egg is outside.
Tiger: Not good enough.
Snoopey: Christmas is ruined! Nooooo!
Miss Sweetie: Why is Christmas ruined, Aunt Snoopey?
Snoopey: Because Christmas is supposed to smell good and now the whole world stinks.
Me: The stink will dissipate soon. There was only one rotten egg and it has been disposed of in the outside trash.
Snoopey: No! Then Christmas is ruined for the whole wide world.
Stella: Yes, but we’re okay. So, yippee!
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