Hen Party – Conversations with Stella


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Too much talk.

Me:  I’m not saying anything.

Stella:  I mean those feathery things strutting around as though they are bulldogs.

Me:  Chickens cackle. What can I say?

Stella:  Well, hopefully not what they are saying?

Me:  You understand them?

Stella:  Not all of their silly chicken talk but look at their faces. How dare you, Skinny Head! My head does not look like a huge, ugly rock and my mouth is not the size of a canyon. Lady Human, what is a canyon?


Me:  Hard to explain. I’ll have to show you one sometime.

Stella:  Hey, silly chicken, birds with pointy faces have no ground on which to insult bulldogs.

Skinny Head:  Squawk!

Stella:  How dare you!

Me:  What this time?

Stella:  I am loathe to repeat it. Chickens should never be quoted.










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