I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. HE’S BAAACCCKKK!!!!
Me: Who?
Stella: The one and only Jerky McSquirrelyFace himself. He is sitting up in that tree, laughing at us and we aren’t even being funny.
Me: Are you sure it’s Jerky? I have not seen him for quite a while.
Stella: Of course it’s him. Jerky, remember? He is throwing pecan shells on my head like that’s a thing that should be done. And they aren’t even full of pecans. They are nasty, empty, rotten shells that I can’t eat when they’ve bounced off my precious bulldog head. He could at least throw some that are worth eating.
Me: He’s probably saving those for himself.
Stella: See! He’s rude AND selfish. What do humans do when things are thrown at your heads?
Me: Wear a helmet?
Stella: That’s what I need! Get me one of those, Lady Human, and make it bulldog sized.
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