I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! You have fouled up the weather again! The ground is white, and the sky is spitting ice chunks that are bouncing off my back.
Me: Honestly, I am not in charge of this.
Stella: I told you last year, after Snowpocalypse, not to let anything like that ever happen again.
Me: Well, we’re still about 25 degrees warmer than we were during that event last year, so…
Stella: Not good enough! Make it go away. I like to see the ground I am pottying on.
Me: Hmmm, give it about two days. And the ground may be covered in snow and ice, but it is still there.
Stella: A likely story! If humans can’t control the sky, how do we know you won’t take away the ground while it is covered up? What if I step and there is nothing there?
Me: I would never take the ground out from under your feet … even if I could … which I can’t.
Stella: Another likely story! I’ve got one eye on you, Lady Human, and another eye on the disappearing ground.
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