I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The air has turned warm. Spring has covered the trees with leaves. The sky is clear, sometimes. Everything smells wonderful and…ploof…spew…blegh! Aaaghh!
Me: And flies. Flies enjoy warm weather, too.
Stella: Where did it go? Let me at it! Snap! Snap!
Me: You don’t really want to eat a fly, do you?
Stella: Eat? No! Smoosh in my big bulldog mouth? Yes! Oh, it’s too fast. And it can fly. Hey, is that why humans call them ‘flies’?
Me: Could be.
Stella: Why should flies be allowed to ruin my springtime fun?
Me: With warmer weather come insects. They have been waiting their turn.
Stella: Get rid of them. They are buzzing my face. They are trying to invade my mouth.
Me: Keep your mouth shut then.
Stella: Easy for you to say. I’m a bulldog.
Me: They are not flying into my mouth because I don’t let my mouth hang open.
Stella: They are not flying into your mouth because you barely have a mouth. I have never understood how humans can shovel enough food into their tiny mouths to stay alive.
Me: Well, at least we don’t have flies using our tongues as landing strips.
Stella: Wait! Look! There’s a big one. Come on, fella! Right over here! And… SNAP! Awwwggghh! Missed! Don’t fly away! Come back here, you coward!
Me: Escaping from a bulldog’s open mouth. Is that cowardice or uncommon good sense for a fly?
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