I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Spring has returned, and the days have been lovely and cool…
Tiger: Halt! Stop! Enough! Too much!
Stella: How dare you interrupt your queen!
Tiger: Queen nothin’! Who do you think you are?
Stella: I think that I am the Queen. I think that I am Stella.
Tiger: So, I came in from outside and I was all playful and prancing and I greeted you and what did you do?
Stella: Nothing important.
Tiger: You puffed out your cheeks at me and then you called me, “Miss Priss” and said I was prissing around, whatever that means. So rude! And all I was doing was being friendly.
Me: And Tiger, you locked eyes with her. And Stella, you locked eyes with Tiger. And friendly came to an abrupt stop.
Stella: Yeah, Miss Priss. As queen, I decree that Tiger’s name is no longer Tiger, but she shall henceforth be known as ‘Miss Priss’.
Tiger: There she goes again, Lady Human! My name is Tiger. Stop trying to change everybody’s name!
Stella: If the prissy name fits, wear it.
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