I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It’s suppertime. What’s for supper?
Me: The same thing as usual.
Stella: Nope. I smell something different.
Me: Well, I am grilling some steaks outside.
Stella: Mine! Mine! Mine!
Miss Sweetie: Mine, too!
Doodlebug: Mine three!
Me: You can count?
Doodlebug: What is ‘count’?
Me: Never mind.
Tiger: I will have some, please.
Me: Okay, I am going to eat first because your supper is coming up in a little while.
Wiggles: Are you sure?
Stella: How selfish!
Me: All right. Here. You all can have the rest. Here it is.
Stella: Wait! What’s wrong with it?
Me: Well, nothing is wrong with it.
Miss Sweetie: I don’t care. I will take it.
Stella: Ummm. Lady Human, you are giving up on it too fast.
Me: Look! Do you want the rest of the steak or not?
Tiger: Want it!
Doodlebug: Want it!
Wiggles: Want it!
Miss Sweetie: I’ve already put in my order. Want it!
Me: Here it is. Stella? Are you going to take yours?
Stella: Hmmm. Why didn’t you eat all of it?
Me: To be truthful, it was a little tough and not very tasty.
Tiger: I love it.
Doodlebug: Me, too!
Wiggles: More, please!
Miss Sweetie: It is only okay, but I’ll take more if you have it.
Stella: It smells okay. It looks okay. Mmmm. It tastes…great. Lady Human, you are simply spoiled. Steak is still steak. Beef – it’s what’s for supper!
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