I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sun is cold. It isn’t fair. One day the sun is burning hot and then next it is cold. How can any bulldog get a decent sunbath?
Miss Sweetie: I like it. My skin tingles.
Wiggles: It takes longer when the sun is cold. But when the sun is on fire, it is harder to breathe.
Me: The sun is always on fire.
Stella: Ignore her. She does not know what she is talking about.
Tiger: Oh, Lady Human, is that one of your jokes?
Doodlebug: I like your jokes. The sun is always on fire. That’s funny.
Me: It is. It is a burning ball of gases.
Stella: Humans make up the silliest things. The sun is on fire, but the air is cold. The sun is on fire, so the air is hot. Make up your mind, please. Meanwhile, cold sunbathing for everyone.
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