Me: Crazy humans.
Stella: That’s nothing new. But tonight, they are so loud.
Me: Yeah. People with more money than common sense.
Stella: When will the noise stop?
Me: When they run out.
Stella: Run out of what?
Me: Money. Fireworks. Ammunition.
Stella: Those things must be abundant.
Me: Not really. And none of it is cheap.
Stella: Why do humans make such loud ugly noises?
Me: I think some of them are blowing off steam…almost literally. It has been a hard year for a whole lot of people. I like a good fireworks display as much as the next person, but that’s not what this is. And I have never understood the gunfire into the night sky.
Stella: How can you tell what is going on? I only hear loud noises.
Me: The big booms now and again are the fireworks. The fast, repeated pops are gunfire. This is why I made sure you all got out to potty and got back in early tonight. Those bullets come down somewhere. Our roofer found a couple in our roof a few years ago.
Stella: Why?
Me: Because people are stupid. And wasteful. And stressed.
Stella: Will it stop?
Me: Yes. It’s midnight. God help us all.
Stella: He will, Lady Human. He will.
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