I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What? What?
Me: Stella, what are you noising about?
Stella: How can you tell that was me? You’re in the other room. You can’t see me. Or can you? Are you spying on me, Lady Human?
Me: I can tell your unique tone most of the time. And no, I am not spying on you, but if I want to, I will.
Me: One of a kind.
Stella: You can tell which one of us is talking?
Me: Mostly. You confuse me every now and again.
Stella: Okay, stay where you are and tell me who is speaking now?
Me: That’s Sweetie.
Miss Sweetie: Yes! That’s great, Lady Human! Listen to me! Is this me?
Stella: Sweetie! Of course, it is. You can’t give it away. Lady Human, who’s this?
Me: Doodlebug. I can tell by his high pitch. He uses that when he wants something.
Doodlebug: That’s right. So where is the treat that I want.
Stella: Wait, Doodle. The game is not over. Okay, who is this?
Stella: Awww. I thought I could fool you. I was trying to sound like Wiggles.
Wiggles: You don’t sound like me at all.
Stella: All right. Tiger, you say something.
Tiger: Nope. Not playing.
Stella: Why not?
Tiger: I am saving my voice for when I need it.
Me: Each of you has a unique voice. You each sound different. I know that because of how much I have hung around each of you.
Stella: Does each human have a unique voice like a bulldog?
Me: Well, not like a bulldog. Like a human, yes, I believe so. Even if we sound similar, we are each unique.
Stella: Is this one of those things the Great Creator does?
Me: Yes, even so.
Stella: Cool. But I have the most unique voice, right?
Me: Unique is unique. One is not more unique than another.
Stella: Oh, Lady Human. Now you’re just talking nonsense. I am the most unique of all.
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