I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is that horrible noise in the sky? Look! A big shiny bird! Help it, Lady Human! It must be in pain to make such an ugly loud noise!
Me: That’s just a plane. It’s coming in for a landing.
Stella: It is landing here? No! It is too big! Shoo it away!
Me: It is not landing here. It will land nearby. It is an airplane.
Stella: Why did the Great Creator make big, shiny, loud birds?
Me: Humans made big, shiny birds…correction, airplanes. The Great Creator’s birds are graceful and soft and lovely and colorful.
Stella: Then why would humans make a big loud bird?
Me: So we could fly in it.
Stella: Foolishness. Just like humans to make some loud thing so they can pretend to be something they are not.
Me: I recall that you used to dream of flying so you could chase squirrels.
Stella: That was long ago. I no longer dream that dream. Look at me. Imagine if I tried to land myself in our yard. Too horrible to consider. Now I am happy to keep my four feet on the ground and let the squirrels come to me.
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