RIP Quiet Little Hen – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What’s wrong?

Me:  One of the little silkie hens has passed away.

Stella:  Skinnyhead?

Me:  No, one of the others.

Stella:  Did I cause it? Did my big bulldog face scare her too much?

Me:  No, the temperature rising and falling so much during this past week probably contributed and she was getting older. She just went to sleep.

Stella:  Like Tiger? Like Snoopey?

Me:  Yes.

Stella:  This is sad, Lady Human. It makes me worry.

Me:  Not even a sparrow falls without the Great Creator. Don’t worry about the little hen. Or Tiger or Snoopey. Or us.

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