I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. This can’t be right. Something is different. Different and scary.
Me: All that has happened is that I have moved the Picture Box out of the den and into my room.
Stella: It doesn’t look the same. It looks big and blank and frightening. Where are the happy moving pictures I have come to love?
Me: They will be there as soon as I set it up and turn it on like…this.
Stella: No. No. No. No, thank you. I will just sit in my special bed crate. That way I can hide, and it won’t jump over here and eat me.
Me: It’s just the same old Picture Box, Stella. Only now it is in here and not in there.
Stella: What was wrong with your little black box that you always carry in your hand? That had moving pictures and it wasn’t scary.
Me: I still have that.
Stella: Why can’t you be satisfied with the way things were? Why must you change them to make them scarier? And what will the others watch now that you’ve taken away their Picture Box?
Me: You are the only bulldog in the house that pays any attention to the television. They won’t miss it.
Stella: I still don’t like it. Look! It’s staring at me with its great big eye.
Me: That’s the screen.
Stella: Tell it to blink like a normal Picture Box. Now I’m going to have to stand guard all night.
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