The Fluffy Little Things – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, the fluffy little things are sad.

Me:  You mean the silkie hens? No, not sad. That is just their going to bed talk.

Stella:  That noise sounds sad to me.

Me:  Would you rather they barked like bulldogs?

Stella:  Can they? I can teach them.

Me:  They won’t ever have voices like you all. Their throats aren’t big enough. Squawking is about the loudest they will ever get.

Stella:  Oh, that grating, annoying noise they make for no reason?

Me:  They make it for a reason, just the way you make noise for a reason. Not a reason I always understand, but a reason.

Stella:  Finally, you understand!

Me:  I understand that we all have things to say. Like when the birds sing. Or when the squirrels scold and chatter.

Stella:  Oh, no. Squirrels don’t ever say anything worth listening to. I’ll listen to the fluffy little chicken things anytime over a squirrel.

Copyright 2020 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.

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