I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Uh, Lady Human, what’s happening?
Baby and Bud: Chirp. Tweet.
Sweetie: Why are the birds eating now?
Me: It’s their evening meal. You watch. They do that every day about this time.
Sweetie: Do they tell time from that clock with the moving sticks the way you do?
Me: No, more like they use their stomach clock.
Doodlebug: I want one of those.
Me: Y’all each have one already.
Doodlebug: Huh. I don’t feel it.
Me: You feel it four times a day. Morning. Lunchtime. Afternoon. Evening.
Sweetie: Why don’t the little clock sticks tickle?
MoonCat: Lady Human, they believe every single thing you tell them. Now they believe they have physical clocks in their bellies. That’s just sad. Please, please be careful what you tell them next. No daggers in the eyes. No fire-breathing noses. Beliefs carry consequences. And there’s no telling where bulldog consequences may end up.
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