I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and once again, Lady Human has broken her curfew.
Me: I am a grown human. I have no curfew. Besides, I went to the grocery store at 3:30 in the afternoon.
Stella: And you said when you left that you would not be gone long. But you were gone long. And do you know what happened while you were gone? Big booms and light flashes in the sky. And rain hit the glass squares in the wall like buckets of water being thrown by a giant.
Me: That’s an interesting image, Stella.
Stella: A giant insect.
Me: Ohhh-kay. Well, the same storm hit the store where I was. That is why I was delayed. The wind blew the heavy rain sideways, so thick and fast that we couldn’t see the parking lot. It was wrapped in gray. It looked like a hurricane.
Stella: What would have happened if you had never come back?
Me: Don’t worry, girl. Tall Man would have been here after his work ends.
Stella: There was no storm where Tall Man is?
Me: Yes, there was.
Stella: It was not as bad as our storm?
Me: A little worse. They had wind and rain and hail the size of ping pong balls.
Stella: No!!! The Great Creator must tell the sky to stop throwing ping pong balls!
Me: I am adding that to my prayer list. Really.
Stella: Why does the sky throw ping pong balls?
Me: They are actually chunks of ice. You see, water starts to come down through the atmosphere. Way up there, it is very cold and the water freezes; then another wind pushes the ice back up where it gets coated with another layer of water which also freezes, and that keeps on happening until the ice chunk is heavier than the upper wind can support and it falls to the ground…
Stella: Boring! I mean why can’t the sky throw flowers or real ping pong balls that we could chase or…treats! That would be useful and it wouldn’t hurt if someone got hit by them!
Me: Things aren’t set up that way. Flowers don’t fall from the sky. They grow from the ground.
Stella: I think that should be different. I think ping pong ice should not fall from the sky. Flowers should.
Me: Is that your bulldog plan?
Me: Have you figured out how this will take place?
Stella: No. I am letting you and the Great Creator work that out.
Me: That is wise. I think that I will turn that over to Him. He is much better at planning how the earth works than I am.
Stella: Probably a good idea, Lady Human. I have seen how you plan things.
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