I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I rule.
Tiger: Yeah, if you call snooting around, sashaying, and sticking your nose in the air ruling.
Stella: I’m not snooty. You’re snooty.
Tiger: No, you are!
Stella: No, you are!
Wiggles: It’s a tie. You both are.
Stella: I am the queen. What I say goes!
Tiger: Okay, about this whole queen thing. How did that even happen? I don’t remember voting.
Stella: Nobody votes for queens. It just happens. I was born that way.
Miss Sweetie: I was born a queen, too, Aunt Stella.
Stella: No, Sweetie. You’re a nice bulldog, but you are not the queen.
Miss Sweetie: Why not? I can sashay…a little. I can stick my nose in the air. I can snoot around.
Stella: That is not what a queen is.
Miss Sweetie: That’s what a queen looks like to me. Just like you and Aunt Tiger. Snooty.
Stella: Sweetie! How rude!
Doodlebug: Rude, but true.
Miss Sweetie: I still love you, Aunt Stella, snooty stubby nose and all.
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