I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human drove her rolling box to a place, once a special place but no more. The flowers that she calls ‘bluebonnets’ are gone from here and now she looks down. I wish we had never come.
Me: No, I’m glad we came. I kept thinking about this place. I stopped here with one of my daughters and enjoyed the bluebonnets a few years back. But sometimes things change.
Me: I guess someone sold the land or leased it out to a fast food chain. The bluebonnets had to go when the burger restaurant came. So did the old building that looked like a spaceship. It had been here for decades. Now it’s all pavement.
Stella: And meat. Wonderful, wonderful meat.
Me: Yeah, I guess that would mean more to bulldogs.
Stella: Lady Human, be very quiet. There is a large cow with long horns standing over there. A big, big cow that is white and blue and pink and yellow.
Me: Oh, that’s not a real longhorn. That’s a statue.
Stella: Why would a human make a statue of a longhorn?
Me: Texans make statues of lots of things, even animals, like longhorns and horses and…
Me: Not that I’m aware of. Not yet anyway. Somebody will probably get around to it one of these days.
Stella: A statue of a cow, but no bluebonnets. Will the bluebonnets come back?
Stella: If they do, will the longhorn cow eat them?
Me: Uh. No. Statues don’t eat.
Stella: Good. That will give the bluebonnets a fighting chance. Lady Human, are you sad?
Me: Not sad. Just a little disappointed. But it’s not so bad. After all, I’m here with you and that’s pretty special.
Stella: I like being here with you, too. And I like being surrounded by meat.
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