I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am asleep. Leave me alone.
Me: Wiggles wants to go out.
Stella: Do that without me then.
Me: Come on, Wiggles. What seems to be the problem?
Wiggles: I am all right. I will just sit outside for a while.
Me: Well, I will sit out here with you. What are you doing?
Wiggles: Where is it?
Wiggles: The shiny night light in the sky.
Me: The moon? It isn’t up yet. And besides, it’s just a sliver to us this time of month. Is that why you’ve been insisting on coming out here this time of night lately?
Wiggles: I have to check on it. It has a schedule to keep and I am a guard dog.
Me: You are that, but the moon keeps time without us.
Wiggles: I think it is late. Maybe that snow froze it. Maybe a coyote ate it. Maybe…
Me: Maybe we should go back inside and get some sleep.
Wiggles: If you say so. Can we look for it again?
Me: Yeah. But not tonight.
Wiggles: Don’t worry. I will wake you up when it’s time.
Me: I have not doubt.
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