I am Stella, Queen…of…the…Olde English…Bulldogges. What’s that?
Me: Whoa! What’s wrong?
Stella: Shhh. I’m being stalked. You probably are, too, Lady Human. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Boom!
Me: Boom? Boom what? Boom where?
Stella: Never mind. Whatever it is, it’s moved on. But make no mistake, we are being stalked.
Me: Are you talking about Jerky the Squirrel?
Stella: Jerky McSquirrelyFace?
Me: Yeah, he’s been hanging around here for days. He’s still harvesting acorns here. There he is!
Stella: Hey! You! Yeah, you! Who do you think you are, sneaking up on me like that!
Me: He thinks he is a squirrel and that is his tree perch. In that, he is right.
Stella: Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky. Walking around on those little softy feet of yours.
Me: Well, what other feet would he use?
Stella: Next time, wave that bushy tail of yours to let me know you are there. Sneaky squirrel.
Me: He’s been waving that tail the whole time. You know, I think he’s got his eyes on you even more than you have your eyes on him.
Stella: Nonsense. He lives in a tree. How much can he see?
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