I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…
Me: Okay. Go back inside! Go! Go! Go!
Stella: But I just made my royal announcement and…
Me: Everybody needs to stay in the house. This won’t take long. I’ve got something to take care of. I’ll be back inside in a few minutes.
Stella: What is she doing?
Tiger: She has some of those little bags. Maybe she is picking up poop.
Doodlebug: She has picked up some sticks. Maybe she is picking up sticks.
Miss Sweetie: She is bending over, looking at something on the ground. I can’t see anything.
Wiggles: She is using the sticks to put something in the bags. Maybe it is something for us to eat.
Tiger: Lady Human never picks up outdoor stuff for us to eat. She says that the stuff outside is nasty.
Wiggles: There was that time Sweetie and I brought her that dead rat. We didn’t eat it. It was a gift for her and Tall Man. I never saw it again. I guess they ate it.
Me: Okay. Everything is all right.
Stella: What’s all right?
Stella: What are you hiding from me? What was out there?
Me: Something that you all didn’t need to mess with.
Stella: Tell me, Lady Human. You know I am just going to nose around out there and figure it out.
Me: Well, I’m not certain that bulldog noses could detect it now.
Stella: Whisper it to me. You don’t have to tell the others. It will be our secret.
Me: There were two newborn baby squirrels on the ground. They were dead. A storm moved through this morning. It wasn’t that fierce, but I guess it was enough to knock them out of their nest.
Stella: Baby squirrels? Like baby puppies?
Me: Not exactly. Their eyes were sealed like puppies, but they have no hair at that young age. I am sorry for them and their mother. In all my years, I’ve never seen this happen before.
Stella: Why are squirrels so stupid? Why do they live up in trees where the winds can shake them loose? Wait. Were those Jerky McSquirrelyFace’s babies?
Me: I have no idea. I took their little bodies away.
Stella: Why did we have to stay inside?
Me: Bulldogs? Do you really need to ask?
Stella: I guess the storms are a threat to everyone.
Me: They can be.
Stella: Will it always be so?
Me: We believe that the Great Creator one day will calm all storms and all creation will live free from fear.
Stella: That will be a great day. I hope I don’t miss it.
Me: You won’t, girl.
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