I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I was outside during a rain break, minding my own business when, for no reason at all, the sky growled at me. GROWLED! AT ME! Sweet little Stella who never bothers anybody, well, except for squirrels and cats.
Me: The sky did not growl at you. That was thunder.
Stella: Did you hear?
Me: Yes. The sky doesn’t growl at anybody.
Stella: It did at me. So, guess what? I growled back. And then it growled at me again. So, guess what?
Stella: I ran away. I ran straight to the back door. And you let me in. And I ran straight into my crate, so the sky couldn’t get me. I am so embarrassed. I am a coward.
Tiger: You are not a coward, Stella. You are just stupid, that’s all.
Stella: How rude!
Tiger: Which would you prefer? To be called a coward or stupid?
Stella: I don’t really have a preference, thank you!
Snoopey: Don’t listen to Tiger, the bulldog who’s afraid of the dark.
Snoopey: It’s true. How many times does Lady Human offer to let you outside and the second that you see it’s night, you balk and run back to your bed.
Tiger: So says the one who won’t set foot outside if rain is so much as dripping from the roof or the trees. It’s not even rain anymore. It’s merely water. What are you afraid of, Snoopey? Melting?
Snoopey: Yes, actually.
Stella: Snoopey is afraid of falling water. Tiger is afraid of nighttime. I am afraid of the growling sky. All told, my fear is the only one that’s real.
Me: Oh, the fear is real, the threat not so much.
Stella: When the sky is angry, it is no threat?
Me: Yeah, it can be. Thunder means lightning has struck nearby.
Stella: Lightning? The blue light!
Me: Untamed electricity.
Stella: The sky does have fingers then. It did try to grab me. Good news! I was right. The sky does growl. I’m a smart coward.
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