I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I’m waiting, Lady Human.
Me: You usually are. What are you waiting for this time?
Stella: Can’t you tell? Look at me. What do you see?
Me: Your head is tilted toward my hand.
Me: You want me to scratch your head.
Stella: Ehhh! Wrong! Guess again.
Me: How about just telling me?
Stella: Here. My head goes under your hand like this. There.
Me: And now what?
Stella: Nothing. Just let your hand rest on my head.
Stella: Because it feels solid. It makes me feel secure. Like you’re in charge.
Me: But we both know that I’m not.
Stella: True. But another thing. With your hand on my head, I’m not likely to go floating up into the air.
Me: Is that a real danger?
Stella: In this weird world, Lady Human, yes.
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