I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Every so often I enjoy myself a good egg. Lady Human only gives them out every so often.
Me: Y’all don’t need to tank up on eggs.
Wiggles: I will talk to the chickens about that. They hide some that they are usually willing to kick over to me.
Me: Yeah, I’ve noticed that. I will talk to the chickens about that myself.
Wiggles: Eggs are the best thing ever. In fact, Lady Human is getting ready to give us some of her cooked ones now.
Stella: Really? Cool!
Me: How did you know that? You can’t see up here.
Wiggles: I don’t need to see. I can smell. There are 5 of them, one for each of us. They are hard-boiled. Still in the shells. Mmmm! I can’t wait.
Me: You know all that even when you can’t see them?
Wiggles: It’s easy for me. Like when Tall Man cooks eggs in a pan for the little human who visits. He lets me have whatever egg falls on the floor. Nobody else seems to care, but I do. Eggs are the Great Creator’s gift to me. And when Tall Man throws the egg shells in your big bag of human discards…
Me: Otherwise known as the “trash” …
Wiggles: Yes, wonderful stuff. I don’t understand why humans throw so much away. When he tosses away the egg shells, the aroma floats into my waiting nose and then…
Me: The second he leaves the room, you assault the trash, digging around for them.
Wiggles: Yes, exactly. I will have my eggs and eat my egg shells, too.
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