I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I can’t sleep. The wind is roaring. The rain is pouring. And now there is no light. Lady Human, what happened to the light?
Me: The sun’s not up yet. That’s why it’s still dark.
Stella: No, I mean what happened to the other light, your light? The darkness is darker without that.
Me: Oh, great! The storm has knocked out the electric power. And not just us. There are no lights on anywhere within eye shot. What time is it? Okay. I’ll call and report it.
Stella: So, this darkness is a great thing, and I just didn’t know it?
Me: No, it’s only a silly expression.
Stella: Ah, more human words that have no meaning. Usually when you say that great word, something wonderful happens.
Me: Not this time. The storm is still raging. If everything around here is knocked out, it may take a while before they get the power back on.
Stella: It is so dark. When will the Great Creator’s light come on? Has the storm killed it, too?
Me: No, it’s still a few hours until sunrise. Thankfully, His light does not have outages. It’ll be up at the regular time.
Stella: I see something through the hole in your wall, Lady Human.
Me: Through the window. What are you staring at? Stella? Stella?
Stella: That crooked blue light is crossing the sky. Can we grab it and use it to light our house?
Me: Funny you should say that. Lightning is electricity.
Stella: It’s beautiful. And terrifying. Let’s get some!
Me: Uncontrolled electricity. Very dangerous. I think we’ll just wait for the power company to fix things.
Stella: If you say so. What if they don’t?
Me: We’ll have a taste of how our ancestors lived.
Stella: A taste? No, thank you. I’ll stick with my regular food. It sounds like our ancestors lived kind of crummy.
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