Singing for My Supper – Conversations with Stella and Doodlebug

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Doodlebug:   And I am Doodlebug, the Prince. Woooo rawww. Woooo rawww. Sing. Sing. Sing. It is suppertime. Sing on!

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Me:        Just a few minutes. I’ve got to get it ready.

Doodlebug:   Eatin’ time! Eatin’ time! Sing, sing, sing for your supper!

Stella:    Lady Human! Do I have to sing for my supper? How undignified!

Me:        No, I think Doodle just wants to keep me on track. His song sounds kind of plaintive.

Stella:    Plaintive? Does that mean hungry?

Me:        Sometimes. Supper’s on the way, everybody.

Doodlebug:        Woo hoo! Supper can’t be too early, but it can be late! Woo hoot!

Stella:    Stop that singing! It doesn’t even rhyme. And about that Prince thing…I’m the only one around here who gets to say who’s what. So don’t expect any crown anytime soon. I don’t even have one yet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2018 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.

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