I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Once upon a time outside, I had an enemy who was a friend.
Me: Jerky McSquirrelyFace?
Stella: Yes. That was his name. I have not seen him for a long while now. What do you do when you lose an enemy who was a friend?
Me: How sure are you that he is gone? I think I heard him and saw him the other day.
Stella: He never throws nuts on my head anymore. How much of a friend can he be if he doesn’t care enough to throw things on your head?
Me: Maybe he already ate up most of the green pecans, so he doesn’t have enough left to throw at you. And since the oak tree is gone, there went all those acorns he used to throw at you.
Stella: Will Jerky move now because the oak tree is gone? I didn’t really dislike having him here.
Me: I know.
Stella: I wish we had more food for him. Now that the oak tree is gone…
Me: There are still two pecan trees in front and one in back that he can eat off. I guess storms and big winds affect all of us.
Stella: Puny little squirrel! What makes him think he can come around here to eat all the time? Serves him right! Lady Human!
Stella: Can we plant more nut trees that squirrels like?
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