I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Okay, we’re getting outdoor stuff done a little early this evening.
Stella: How come?
Me: There’s a mammatus sky overhead and some weather is predicted.
Stella: A tomato sky? How did tomatoes get in the sky? And why do I care? I don’t eat tomatoes anyway.
Me: Not tomato. Mammatus.
Stella: Mama?
Me: Actually, that’s not too far off. It doesn’t always mean bad weather, but it usually does signal turbulence aloft.
Stella: Where is a loft?
Me: Way up in the air.
Stella: Is this one of those times we should ask the Great Creator for help?
Me: We should always do that anyway.
Stella: Okay. I’ll start. You finish. And Lady Human…
Me: Yes.
Stella: Thank you for always making sure to check the sky and that we are inside when we need to be.
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