I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Birds, birds, go away! Don’t come back another day!
Me: I like the birds.
Stella: Even the one that pooped on your hand the other day?
Me: I try not to hold grudges over that kind of thing.
Stella: So, may I poop on your hand?
Me: No, ma’am, you may not.
Stella: Not fair! And what are those crows doing up there, circling and swinging this way and that way? Hey, it looks kind of pretty. I wish I could sky dance like that.
Me: The birds have been active for days like I’ve never seen before. Or maybe I just never noticed.
Stella: I’d be careful if I were you, Lady Human. When looking up at sky dancers, always keep your mouth shut. You never know…
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