I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Shoo! Get away!
Me: I beg your pardon?
Stella: Granted. Now why have you let so many flies settle here, Lady Human?
Me: What makes you think I had anything to do with this?
Stella: Humans control everything. Flies are part of that everything.
Me: The chickens would be good at this. They’ll jump on any fly in a wink, but they can’t jump this high.
Stella: Wings! They have wings!
Me: You haven’t paid much attention to the chickens, have you? They can hop and jump, but they don’t fly.
Stella: Not fair! Flies fly and chickens can’t?
Me: That’s the way of it. We’ll just have to handle the fly crowd ourselves.
Stella: We? What do I look like? A flying chicken?
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