I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The fluffy, puffy chickens are happy. The sun is shining. The weather is dry. They are singing.
Me: If you can call chicken squawking singing. I prefer the songbirds overhead. Their songs are prettier.
Wiggles: But the tree birds aren’t our friends.
Me: They are my friends. They add melody and color to my day.
Miss Sweetie: But they don’t drop food on us.
Tiger: Yeah, they don’t share.
Doodlebug: Stingy. They keep all their food to themselves.
Me: They probably have babies to feed.
Stella: What about us?
Me: They aren’t obligated to feed bulldogs.
Wiggles: I like our fluffy, puffy birds. They are generous.
Me: With what all I feed them, they can afford to be.
Miss Sweetie: When we visit them, they kick extra food out to us.
Me: I wish they wouldn’t. I’m not sure how good that is for you.
Stella: They are just being nice. They are our friends. Not like the selfish squirrels. They don’t throw us extra food. They just throw rotten nuts on our heads.
Wiggles: I love our chicken friends.
Me: Yeah, they are your friends as long as you stay outside their run.
Stella: Lady Human, whatever do you mean?
Me: I mean like the day a chicken got loose and Snoopey chased her all over the yard until we could corral both of them.
Stella: Snoopey was a good chaser.
Me: And you wouldn’t do the same?
Stella: It would be tempting. But I would restrain myself if you didn’t want me to, Lady Human.
Stella: Well, I would try. Temptations are powerful hard things to resist.
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