I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The air is hot, outside and in. How did our ancestors ever stand it?
Me: I don’t know. But they did. Still, I am turning on the air conditioners. I figure, if we’ve got’ em, use ‘em. If they had them, they would have used them. Practical people, those settlers.
Tiger: I feel it. The air is cooling.
Miss Sweetie: How can a box make the air colder? Is it like your rolling box that makes the air colder inside?
Me: Sort of. The car has an air conditioner built into it.
Doodlebug: Can we bring that one in here, too? The more cold air boxes, the better.
Me: The car won’t fit in here. It has to stay outside.
Wiggles: Cold air! Cold air! Cold air!
Me: Wiggles, the calmer you stay, the cooler you’ll be.
Wiggles: Cold air! Cold air! Cold air!
Me: Suit yourself.
Stella: Thank you for the cold air boxes, Lady Human. When will the Great Creator’s cold air boxes turn back on?
Me: Three and a half months, give or take.
Stella: Give or take? Give me colder air. I’ll take it.
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