I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, we have a problem.
Me: What? I don’t see anything.
Stella: It’s not your eyes that you need to use. It’s your ears. Listen.
Me: Okay. I hear it.
Stella: Lady Human, I hate to be the one to have to tell you, but there is a monster living in the chimney.
Me: It’s not a monster, Stella.
Stella: Listen to that noise. It sounds like a machine.
Me: A little machine. It’s a chimney sweep.
Stella: Is that the monster’s name? Who let a monster in our chimney?
Me: The chimney screen must have blown aside during that big 100 mile per hour windstorm. It’s a chimney sweep, a kind of bird that makes homes in chimneys. We haven’t had one for decades.
Stella: A bird?
Me: Yes, a little bird that makes that kind of noise, like a small wind-up toy.
Stella: Oh, no! What if you set a fire in that place? What will happen to the bird?
Me: We won’t be setting any fires in the fireplace for a good long time. By then, the chimney sweep will be long gone. Don’t worry. We just have to replace the screen on the chimney top before next fall.. We’ll give them a spell to move on out.
Stella: You are sure that it’s not a monster.
Me: Double sure.
Stella: All right then. We’ll see. Though I don’t put a whole lot of stock in the opinions of humans to determine whether something is a monster or not.
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