I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human is totally distracted which is terrible because it means that she is not paying attention to me. What is so fascinating that it would take your attention away from me, I want to know?
Stella: That makes no sense. According to you, we have weather every day. It isn’t even daytime anymore. The sun went to bed a long time ago.
Me: Changing weather.
Stella: Changing into what?
Me: Winter. Real winter.
Stella: Have we been having fake winter? Because it has seemed very cold to me lately.
Me: We have had an ice-less winter thus far. Rain only. That may change shortly.
Stella: Will the sky spit ice blocks like the ones you give us to lick on during the hot times?
Me: Ice cubes? No, I sure hope not. No, this will be freezing rain and snow. Do you remember snow?
Stella: Is it good to eat? Because if it isn’t good to eat, my memory is pretty short.
Me: The last time we saw significant snow was the day before you came to live with us. I can understand if you don’t remember. I don’t know if there was snow where you were that day.
Stella: I don’t remember much before I came here. I remember a few things. What does snow look like?
Me: It is cold and soft and white. When it falls, it is not like rain. It doesn’t run away. It makes no sound. The whole world goes silent. It piles up on the ground and on roofs and on roads. It crunches a little when you step on it. Your feet make deep prints in it so that you can see every step you have taken.
Stella: That sounds wonderful. Can you see it yet?
Me: No. But the rain has started. Tall Man called. Rain is failing and freezing as it hits the ground where he is.
Stella: No! He needs to come home now! Why is he still out there?
Me: He is helping some friends fix their truck.
Stella: No! Let the friends fix their own truck. He should not be out when water is freezing from the sky.
Me: He’ll be all right.
Stella: I will wait up for him.
Me: If you wish.
Stella: Can you see it yet? The real winter?
Me: No, but I can feel it. The rain has started. Tonight, it will freeze.
Stella: What will become of us?
Me: We will sleep and, when we wake, the world will look very different.
Stella: What will we do?
Me: Tomorrow, if enough snow falls, we can make a snowman for the first time in years.
Stella: Forget that! We will make a snow dog! Better use of the precious snow.
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