I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…
Me: I have a question.
Stella: Interruptions, interruptions. Constant human disruptions.
Me: Have you gotten into rhymes?
Stella: I haven’t gotten into anything today except mud, which, by the way, I would appreciate you cleaning up.
Me: Wash your feet? Sure, I can…
Stella: No, I took care of my own feet, thank you very much. I mean I would appreciate you cleaning up the mud outside.
Me: I think that is a little outside my abilities. We will just wait for the dry air and the sun to do their jobs.
Stella: I ask for a simple favor and what do I get? Nothing. Typical.
Me: You want me, little old me, to clean up all the mud outside?
Stella: Well put. Of course, you are not THAT little, Lady Human.
Me: The whole ground is made up of dirt. You add water like the rain we had this morning. Result? Mud.
Stella: Let me see if I understand. Rain, also known as sky water, plus dirt, also known as…dirt, equals mud, also known as yucky dirt.
Me: That’s about it.
Stella: And you are a human and can, therefore, do anything, yet you refuse to do a small thing like clean up the muddy mess outside.
Me: Let’s go back over the whole human thing. Humans cannot…I repeat for the umpteenth time, CANNOT do just anything, period.
Stella: Nonsense. I see you do the most extraordinary things all the time. What is a little mud?
Me: How do you expect me to dry up mud instantly?
Stella: Simple. Use your big human mouth to blow the dirt dry.
Me: I thought you bulldogs were the ones with the big mouths.
Stella: Now you are just being insulting. We would never waste our breath on such a dirty job.
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