I am Stella, Queen of the Old English Bulldogges. Why are things so strange? Why can’t we count on stuff anymore? Stuff like the ground?
Me: Why are you all walking so weird?
Wiggles: You have to be careful, Lady Human. The ground has changed. Watch where you step.
Doodlebug: Is that spot safe? I will test it. Yes, that spot is okay.
Me: Is this because the snow melted? When we were covered with inches of snow, you all ran through it like it was nothing. Now you are tiptoeing over every square foot. I am confused.
Stella: Most humans are, most of the time.
Miss Sweetie: Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. It’s all right over here. Let’s run!
Wiggles: No, not yet.
Me: What do you think is going to happen?
Wiggles: The ground may disappear. It did the other day.
Me: Not exactly. Snow fell, covered the ground, then melted, and behold! The ground that has been there the whole time!
Stella: A likely story, Lady Human. Allow us our doubts. And allow us to conduct our own weird ground experiments.
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