I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, there are silver birds flying overhead. They are beautiful and shiny and have lights. They are not like other birds. They keep coming and coming and coming and…
Me: They are not birds. They are airplanes. You’ve seen them before.
Stella: Not like this. They just keep coming and coming and coming and…
Me: When this happens over here, it is because the wind patterns are favorable for them to land at Love Field.
Stella: They land in a field of love?
Me: Actually, it’s an airport that was named after a man whose name was Love. He had a freeway named after him, too.
Stella: Do you have a freeway, whatever that is, named after you?
Me: Nope, and that is probably just as well.
Stella: Why are all these birds silver? None of the other birds around here are shiny silver.
Me: Again, girl, they are airplanes, not birds. People ride in them.
Stella: Say that again.
Me: Humans ride in those airplanes. They are made of metal and wires and other stuff and humans drive them.
Stella: Okay. Say that again slowly.
Me: You know how we get into my car…sorry, rolling box…and we go places down roads and freeways and I drive so we end up where we want to be.
Stella: Yeah…are you going to fly us through the air one day? Because I don’t want to do that.
Me: No, cars don’t fly. At least not yet. Don’t worry about that. But airplanes are designed through lift and thrust and speed to take off into the air and fly.
Stella: This is scaring me, Lady Human. You mean that there are humans in that silver bird. Did the bird eat them?
Me: No, those are silver machines made by humans and all the humans aboard them are alive and well.
Stella: And they fly over our heads all the time, especially today so they can land in the field of love.
Me: If you want to think of it that way, fine.
Stella: What if they decide not to land in the field of love? What if they decide to land here?
Me: It doesn’t work well that way. They need to land at an airport. They need lots of room.
Stella: They look so small.
Me: That’s because they are far away, farther away than you might think.
Stella: If you say so.
Me: I do.
Stella: Look out! Here comes an airplane!
Me: Stella, calm down. That’s a bird.
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