I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! Lady Human!
Me: Hmmm?
Stella: Where is my softie dinosaur buddy?
Me: Mmmm mm mm mmm.
Stella: What?
Me: Mmmm mm mm mmm.
Tiger: What language is she speaking? It’s not her usual human one.
Wiggles: It’s not bulldoggese. Well, maybe a little bit. Mmmm. Mm. Yep. Sounds like us.
Miss Sweetie: That’s scary talk, Lady Human. What’s wrong with your mouth?
Doodlebug: Maybe it’s a new game. I’ll play. Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff. Now you make your special noise again, Lady Human.
Stella: It’s not a game, Doodle! She is not opening her mouth. And I still don’t know where my softie dinosaur buddy is, which is the real problem.
Tiger: It is a lot quieter around here when Lady Human is not talking.
Me: MMMMM!
Stella: Lady Human, open your mouth! What are you doing now? Eewww! Gross!
Me: How can a bulldog call anything that I do ‘gross’? I was swishing a mouthwash that had to stay in for a certain time. I don’t usually do it around you all. When the time is up, I spit it out.
Wiggles: Gross!
Tiger: Gross!
Doodlebug: Gross! But no big deal. I’ve done worse.
Miss Sweetie: So have I. But still, gross!
Stella: So that’s why you couldn’t talk for a few minutes. But the bigger question is WHERE IS MY SOFTIE DINOSAUR BUDDY?
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