I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Ow! Ow! Off my foot!
Wiggles: I’m sorry, Lady Human. Was that your foot? I thought it was big, bony piece of meat. I was just claiming it.
Me: Ow! Wiggles! That’s my other foot!
Wiggles: How many feet do you have? ‘Cuz I have four. But yours seem to be everywhere.
Me: I only have two and you have managed to stomp on them both just now.
Wiggles: If they weren’t so big, they would be easier to miss.
Stella: If you weren’t the queen of the foot stompers, they would not be a problem. You’ve stomped on my feet before, too. I doubt there is anyone in the earth whose feet you have not stomped on.
Me: That’s a bit of an exaggeration.
Wiggles: A bit?
Me: Yeah, a little bit.
Wiggles: Well, I am fast on my feet, you know.
Me: Just aim your feet away from mine, all right?
Wiggles: But, if I do that, I will lose my foot stomping crown, and it’s my only chance at one. We both know that Stella is never going to give hers up.
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