I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I demand that the weather humans tell us where has winter gone?
Me: The weather humans?
Stella: Those humans that point to stuff and say, “It’s going to be this tomorrow and it’s going to be that the next day” and then it’s never the way they say.
Me: It is. Sometimes. Weather is very changeable around here. What’s the problem? It was pleasant this afternoon. 80 degrees. Not usual for this time of year, but I’ve seen it before.
Stella: But this is what you call winter.
Stella: And winter is cold.
Me: Around here, maybe.
Stella: I want to know one thing. Where is our snow?
Me: Snow is an iffy thing here.
Stella: I saw snow on the Picture Box. There was a lot of it.
Me: That was up north of here by a good ways. Lots of folks suffered from too much snow.
Stella: If they have too much, why don’t they share it with us?
Me: Snow doesn’t work that way. It pretty much stays where it falls. I wouldn’t mind taking some of the burden, but there is no way to ship it to where we are.
Stella: Not fair. Tell those weather humans that they need to do a better job of spreading the snow around.
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