I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human call those humans with flashing lights on their rolling boxes. Someone has taken away our forest.
Wiggles: Yes, the tall weeds are gone.
Doodlebug: The yard is so empty. Make them bring the tall, skinny plants back!
Miss Sweetie: Once again, I can run free and see where I am going. Yay!
Me: No need to call the law. Nothing has been stolen. I have been cutting our lamb’s quarter jungle down bit by bit and now the progress is showing.
Stella: When will you bring it back?
Me: Well, I won’t. All those plants are annuals. They die out each year.
Wiggles: How will we hide from each other?
Me: I guess you’ll have to wait for next spring to see if they come back.
Stella: Not good enough. We had a perfectly good forest and it died out?
Me: It was not a real forest.
Stella: It looked like one to us.
Me: When you’re as close to the ground as you all are, I can see how that mistake can be made.
Stella: Are you calling us stupid or stumpy?
Me: I am calling you bulldogs.
Stella: Nice save, Lady Human.
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