I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sky will always be gray from now on. The sun has moved away and left us.
Me: No, it hasn’t.
Wiggles: It has been days and days and days on end since it has even peeked at us. It ran away, Lady Human. It didn’t like us as much as we liked it.
Me: There has just been a lot of cloud cover and rain lately.
Miss Sweetie: Why didn’t the sun like us enough to stay? How come it ran off?
Me: The sun has not run off…
Doodlebug: I think the sun is scared and is hiding.
Stella: What ever could the sun be scared of? It is a big fiery ball in the sky. Wait! What’s that?
Me: It is the sun shining through. The clouds are breaking. The sun has been there the whole time. We just couldn’t see it down here.
Stella: A likely story! How about when it hides every night? Where does it go then, huh?
Me: Actually, it is still in place. We are the ones that move.
Stella: You just make up wilder and wilder stories, Lady Human. I am here every night and I don’t move. I have seen the sun running away and hiding. But I guess even the sun deserves a break.
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