I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The little trees are shaking, Lady Human. They are shaking because they are afraid.
Me: They are shaking because Doodlebug and Sweetie have got them in the grip of their bulldog teeth and are tugging their little branches off. Hey, y’all, what’s going on here?
Doodlebug: They were in our way, but they aren’t in our way anymore.
Miss Sweetie: And the leaves on this one taste good.
Me: Enough is enough. If there is tree trimming to be done, the humans will do it.
Stella: But these little trees grew across the path and I didn’t see you or Tall Man ever…
Me: Thank you for your assistance, but we would have gotten around to it.
Miss Sweetie: No problem, Lady Human, we don’t mind. It gives us another thing to munch on.
Doodlebug: Yeah, and we are even better than those loud, buzz machines you humans are always using to disturb our peace.
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