I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, Wiggles and Miss Sweetie and posing again. Nobody else can use the little table while they are like that. They think that they are yard ornaments.
Me: Look! The squirrel on the tree trunk right by them! They are so still that he doesn’t even know the two bulldogs are there!
Stella: It’s that Jerky McSquirrelyFace again! Hey, Jerky! You silly squirrel! Those are live bulldogs by you! Run while you can!
Me: Okay, no more statues! They’re moving again.
Wiggles: Did you see that squirrel?
Stella: Yes, and you made no move toward him. And you call yourself bulldogs! Disgusting!
Miss Sweetie: I don’t call myself a bulldog. Everybody else calls me a bulldog.
Stella: If you aren’t a bulldog, Sweetie, what are you?
Miss Sweetie: Well, today I was holding the little table down so I guess I was a table weight. So was Wiggles. We had to sit very still.
Me: The little table doesn’t have to be held down, Sweetie. Gravity does a good job at holding that in place.
Miss Sweetie: Does gravity hold me in place, too?
Me: Well, yeah.
Miss Sweetie: So that’s why I couldn’t move.
Me: Not exactly. You can still move. You’re walking around. You jumped off the little table.
Miss Sweetie: But I had to stay still on the table because…you know…gravity. Gravity made me a statue.
Wiggles: Gravity didn’t make me a statue. I was a statue because I wanted to be. I make a good statue with or without gravity. By the way, what is gravity?
Me: Something too hard to explain.
Wiggles: Oh, so it’s like being a statue.
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