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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