I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. How long?
Me: Some hours yet. Everybody is going to be in by sunset, preferably before, so any outside business needs to be done, understand? Wiggles?
Wiggles: I always get my business done. Even if it’s in the middle of the night.
Me: That I would like to avoid, especially tonight.
Doodlebug: Oh, it’s the Night of Exploding Stars!
Miss Sweetie: And the stars explode and spread brisket throughout the world!
Me: No, Sweetie, that never happens.
Miss Sweetie: But there will be brisket, won’t there? Lady Human, please say there will be brisket. PLEASE! I’ve waited a long, long, long, long…
Me: Yes, Sweetie, there will be brisket, but not from the sky.
Miss Sweetie: What a relief! You had me scared for a minute.
Tiger: Exploding stars and flying brisket had me scared. I love good brisket, but only while it is quietly resting in a bowl. And I will take mine before the loud noises start.
Me: Me, too.
Stella: Wait! Won’t the chickens get frightened, being outside?
Me: No, they will be in their house and run. The most they will get is annoyed.
Stella: Good. So, we are ready. Now all we need to do is eat a bunch of food…
Miss Sweetie: Brisket!
Stella: Yes. Then, with our big bulldog bellies full, we can safely sleep through the whole thing.
Me: Amen. Goodbye, 2019.
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