I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What’s wrong?
Me: One of the little silkie hens has passed away.
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?
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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