I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is running down your face, Lady Human? It looks like water.
Me: It is. It’s sweat. Or, in polite terms, perspiration.
Me: I was moving a bunch of stuff around and it was all of 91 degrees which is not that hot but when you are moving around, the sweat shows up. And that’s good because it is like an air conditioner for your body.
Stella: Do I sweat? I’ve never noticed water dripping down my face. Maybe some mouth drool, but not water.
Me: You cool yourself by panting and I’ve been told you sweat from your feet.
Stella: Feet? Is that why my feet smell funny?
Me: I doubt it. Your feet more likely smell funny from what you walk around in outside. But it could be. I don’t spend a lot of time sniffing your feet.
Stella: You don’t have to. I do that. When will your face stop shedding water?
Me: When I cool down a bit, but right now I have to go feed the chickens.
Stella: I’ll wait here.
Me: I’ll just be a minute.
Stella: Okay. Maybe I’ll sing a song while I’m waiting. Mmm…hmmm…hmmm…aaagghh…agh…Hey, there’s more water running down your face than ever.
Me: It’s raining.
Stella: Oh. Is that better than sweat?
Me: Yes. No. Maybe. Sweat doesn’t water the ground. And this rain means fall is coming. At last.
Stella: The colder?
Me: Yes. No. Maybe.
Stella: I like sweat more than rain. At least your face doesn’t drip on my head.
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