I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Whoa there! Hold your horses, Wiggles!
Me: Wiggles! No!
Wiggles: What’s wrong?
Me: You know what’s wrong.
Wiggles: You are right. What’s wrong is there sits a plate full of luscious fresh eggs just off the stove and my mouth hasn’t had a single bite.
Me: Those eggs are for Tall Man.
Wiggles: As long as mine are on the way, ma’am.
Me: Well, sorry, there won’t be any more eggs today.
Wiggles: I knew it. I should have lunged faster and jumped higher.
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