I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am also Queen of the Dancers.
Me: I beg your pardon.
Stella: You have it, though I don’t know what you did wrong.
Me: I mean, “Queen of the Dancers”? What?
Stella: I’m tired of everybody making a big deal over Wiggles and her silly sideways stepping and tapping like that’s a big deal or she’s so cute or she has some kind of talent when all she is doing is sidestepping fast. So, I’m showing everybody my dancing skills. Here I go!
Me: Stella girl, you don’t have to…
Stella: And now I go this way and circle around like so and the other way…
Me: I mean you don’t have to prove anything…
Stella: And watch this!
Me: I’m a-watchin’!
Stella: I can dance, too! Wiggles isn’t the only dancer here!
Me: I’m sorry if I didn’t pay enough attention to you today.
Stella: What did you say?
Me: When Wiggles goes into one of her dancing routines, we all tend to stare and laugh, and that’s fine. But if I didn’t pay you enough mind today and you feel like you have to dance for us to do so, I am sorry.
Stella: So, dancing is not the most important thing?
Me: No. It’s cute. But it’s not mandatory.
Stella: What a relief! I think I’ll just sit down for a spell. In fact, I’m due for a nap. I don’t know how Wiggles does it. My dancing career is at an end. I am retiring.
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