I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Why are you rubbing your head, Lady Human? And why are you scrunching your face up in that weird way that means something is wrong?
Me: We had a little collision outside.
Tiger: Yeah. Was that what happened?
Stella: What have you two been up to? Lady Human, you’re all wet. So is Tiger. Is it raining that hard?
Me: No, not rain. Ow. I was washing out the chickens’ water contraption. And Tiger loves the water hose.
Tiger: Yeah, the funnest fun there is. You are really hard-headed, Lady Human.
Me: Yeah, I’ve gotten that way since becoming acquainted with bulldogs.
Tiger: Or maybe we got hard-headed since knowing you.
Me: I don’t think so. You all bring a long line of hard heads to the table.
Stella: Table? What’s on the table? Is it food?
Me: No, just another human expression. So, Tiger was playing in the water while I was washing out the chicken water…
Stella: Contraption. I always knew that’s what that was.
Me: And I bent down at the same time Tiger raised up and…
Me: Yep. Ka-boom.
Stella: Two hard heads colliding. No wonder you were making a face.
Me: And the hose went a little wild…
Stella: And you both got soaked.
Stella: You could have just played in the rain.
Me: That wouldn’t have cleaned and filled the chicken water…
Stella: Which all goes to show you, Lady Human, don’t try to match heads with a bulldog. You’ll end up with a headache and all wet to boot.
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