I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Remember that, Sweetie. I didn’t get to be queen by acting silly.
Miss Sweetie: I thought you got to be queen just by saying you were. Like this: “I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges” or something like that. Maybe I should say I’m queen, too. I am Miss Sweetie, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, Too! Okay, now we’re both queens! Twice the fun!
Stella: Sweetie! It doesn’t work that way. Listen to some advice from an older head.
Miss Sweetie: Who has an old head?
Stella: My head has been around almost twice as long as yours. That means I have seen some things you haven’t had a chance to see yet.
Miss Sweetie: I saw the moon the other night, hanging in the sky like a big round ball that Lady Human tossed, and it stuck there. I saw the leaves abandoning the trees because the leaves were cold and shivering, and they fell to the ground because it was warmer than the air. I saw the honeybees leave one by one when the cool air came because they knew the plants were drying up.
Stella: That’s all fine, Sweetie. But I am thinking of other things you need to know. Like how to smell rain on the air before it hits. And what plants to stay clear of. And how you should not lock eyes with Tiger because she doesn’t play well others. And…
Miss Sweetie: And how to catch the moon and bring it down here. And how to call the leaves back on the trees. And how to tell the honeybees that they should come back when the plants peek out of the dirt early and…
Stella: That is going to take a whole lot older head than mine, Sweetie. Thankfully, there is One Who knows all things. Though I do think that thing about bringing the moon down here may not be a good idea. I have a feeling that it is bigger than it looks.
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