I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. My favorite chew stick is missing! Who has it? I demand that you bring it back now! If you do, I will forego my royal wrath.
Tiger: Royal wrath? Is that like you getting all mad? Haha!
Stella: Where is my chew stick?
Tiger: Don’t know. Don’t care. Why would I chew on your stick after it has been in your mouth?
Stella: Where is my chew stick?
Wiggles: Have you looked…
Stella: Yes.
Wiggles: How about over by…
Stella: YES.
Wiggles: What about…
Stella: YES!!!
Wiggles: Have you asked the chickens? I have been eating their leftovers. Maybe they ate your stick.
Stella: Doodlebug, did you take it? You have a giant mouth. Are you hiding it in there? I will forgive you if you have it.
Doodlebug: Would you let me keep it?
Stella: NO!
Doodlebug: Then no, I did not take it.
Miss Sweetie: Aunt Stella, I know where it is.
Stella: I can’t believe it is missing. I have looked everywhere.
Miss Sweetie: Aunt Stella, I know where it is. My nose is talking to me.
Stella: I had it earlier today.
Miss Sweetie: Aunt Stella…
Me: I’d listen to her, Stella. I think she’s on to something.
Miss Sweetie: It’s in your day bed.
Stella: I looked there! See! I turned around and around and around.
Me: How many times has she turned around, Sweetie? Let’s count. Five, six, seven, eight…
Miss Sweetie: I can’t count that high.
Me: Stella, settle down. You’ve buried it in your blanket.
Stella: I look, and I turn, and I scratch, and I look, and I turn, and I scratch.
Me: There!
Stella: Give it back, blanket! Mine! Finally! Having to wrestle my own blanket for my own chew stick! The world is a crazy place!
Me: Yeah, I’m exhausted.
Stella: Now where is my new softie toy?
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