I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What smells?
Miss Sweetie: Something in the air.
Stella: I know that, Sweetie.
Me: Why are y’all sticking your noses up in the air?
Miss Sweetie: Because that’s where the smell is.
Me: What smell? I don’t smell anything.
Stella: That’s because our noses work better than yours. And they’re prettier, too.
Me: I don’t have to stand here and get insulted.
Miss Sweetie: Where do you have to stand?
Me: I mean my nose is my nose. It’s the nose the Great Creator gave me.
Stella: Well, that’s all right then. Don’t be embarrassed. He gave us better noses. And prettier ones, too.
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