I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. This meeting is hereby called to order. Lady Human, explain yourself!
Me: Oh, great! What now?
Stella: You know good and well what now!
Wiggles: I will tell her. All that noise last night.
Doodlebug: Yeah, how is a fella supposed to sleep?
Miss Sweetie: Yeah, somebody was throwing rocks at the door and the windows. Loud, ugly sounds!
Me: That was a hailstorm. Hail was hitting the house.
Stella: A likely story. Then where is that so-called hail now, huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Me: Hail is ice and it melted pretty quickly.
Miss Sweetie: But it was scary! Why did the humans do that?
Me: Humans did not do that.
Stella: Another likely story. Humans take credit for everything else, but when ice chunks hit the house, oh, no, you didn’t have anything to do with that. Who is in charge around here?
Me: Well, certainly not me.
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