I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am so sorry, Lady Human. It is all my fault.
Me: What’s all your fault?
Stella: The sky exploded. I caused it. If I had to do it over again, I would have held my sneeze in and exploded my own head. But now…
Me: It’s all right, Stella.
Stella: How can it be alright if the sky is gone? I shouldn’t have sneezed. I shouldn’t have sneezed. I shouldn’t have sneezed.
Me: The sky is not gone. You just happened to sneeze and then there was a big thunderclap. Look outside. The sky is still there. We are living through a big thunderstorm. That’s all.
Stella: So my nose did not explode anything?
Stella: That is a huge relief. I didn’t know how I was going to apologize to the Great Creator for blowing up His sky.
Me: He requires no apology from you for sneezing.
Stella: Whew! And you are sure that I did not cause that big thunder boom.
Me: Yup. Pretty sure.
Stella: Pretty sure? Is that all? I am going to have to be more careful about my big old bulldog nose letting off pressure in the future. You never know what I might start.
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