I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I haven’t seen the sun for days. The crying sky has been sad because the sun has been hiding.
Me: That’s not exactly how it works, but okay.
Stella: The sun must be feeling better today. It has peeked at us and the sky is not crying anymore.
Me: The sky will cry later tonight. Oh, now you’ve got me saying it.
Stella: How come? Because the sun is going to bed?
Me: No. It is supposed to rain again because a cold front is moving through.
Stella: Cold? No, Lady Human. It is warm today.
Me: Yeah, about 78 degrees. But before the sun comes up in the morning, the air temperature will have fallen about 30 degrees. It is supposed to be about 47 degrees by sunrise. Sweater weather is finally coming.
Stella: Sweater? You mean like that big, bulky thing you draped all over me a long time ago? I took that off right away. You kept it?
Me: Well…I crocheted it for you. It is a little large.
Stella: Nooo! Nope! Not wearing that thing again! You can just un-crochet it, whatever crochet means!
Me: I realize it’s kind of big, but I can adjust that.
Stella: Nooo! You just tell that cold front or cold back or whatever it is to go someplace else. We will stay nice and warm here, thank you. No sweaters need apply.
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