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.
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