I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am in my quiet space. It is soft and squishy and nobody bothers me here. This will go on for as long as I want it to…Wait. What’s that? Lady Human! A giant is stomping on the roof! Monster bees are attacking the house! RUN! NO, DON’T RUN! HIDE!
Me: It’s all right, girl!
Stella: NO! NOT ALL RIGHT! Don’t you hear the pack barking! They don’t bark when everything’s all right!
Me: Uh, yes, they do.
Stella: Well, this isn’t one of those useless barking times. This is real. Something is attacking the house.
Me: Here’s what’s happening. Do you remember the big storm?
Stella: Sure. That’s why the big tree lives on the house now.
Me: No, hon. The big tree isn’t alive anymore. What you hear are men walking on the roof and chainsaws cutting up the tree.
Stella: The big tree can’t stay there?
Me: The storm ripped it out of the ground and trees have to stay grounded in order to live.
Stella: Oh.
Me: Don’t worry. The men are here to help. They are not attacking the house.
Stella: May we keep a look out, just in case their chainsaw bees change their minds and take over?
Me: Sure.
Stella: Will you stay with us?
Me: Sure. Do you feel better now?
Stella: I’ll feel better when the monster bees go home.
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