I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Well, Your Majesty. I could use your help.
Stella: Your Majesty? About time I got the respect I deserve. What can I help you with, human peasant?
Me: I beg your pardon?
Stella: Granted. I am always happy to be gracious. What is your petition?
Me: Help me when the others start to rampage.
Stella: Rampage?
Miss Sweetie: You know, Aunt Stella. When we suddenly jump up and run around like mad and climb on the furniture, which is for us anyway. I don’t know why everybody wants us to stay off of it.
Doodlebug: And we dive into the rag box and pull stuff out and chase the cat if the cat is to be found. If not, we pretend to chase the cat full speed.
Wiggles: I thought that was a ruckus.
Tiger: No, a ruckus is just a lot of noise. A rampage is the real thing. Out of control. Wild. Bulldoggy. Woo hoo!
Me: What causes a rampage? Or a ruckus?
Doodlebug: It just seems the thing to do sometimes.
Miss Sweetie: I like to rampage after my breakfast digests. More energy.
Tiger: I prefer to ruckus. Louder but less effort.
Wiggles: I just need to know. If I charge the cat potty box, is that a rampage or a ruckus?
Me: That’s a no-no.
Wiggles: Okay, so it’s a rampage then. Let’s go!
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