I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human!
Stella: I am tired of all that cold stuff on the ground. Please send it back to where it came from.
Me: The snow?
Stella: Is the what the evil stuff is called? Where did it come from?
Me: Well, truly frigid air from the Arctic plunged down from the North Pole and mixed with some moisture and froze the moisture so it fell out of the sky as ice crystals and the ice crystals called ‘snow’ landed on the cold, cold ground and stuck.
Stella: You made that all up, didn’t you?
Me: No. I mean there’s a whole lot more to it than that, but…
Stella: Pack it up and send it back. I am tired of it.
Me: That’s not something I can do. It will leave. It will melt. The temperature will get above freezing…
Stella: Is that the trick? When will that be?
Me: Maybe another day or two or three.
Stella: Not good enough. Our toes need to be snow-free now.
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