loaf about
roam about
Take a weak step
Spitting a smoking tongue
stumbling
Walk silently through the tall building built by the biped.
Walk through a deserted alley
The wind rolled up the mist.
Clouds are particularly heavy.
The high sun put away its smile.
ticking sound
ticking sound
The water drops were wet and dripping on the black asphalt road.
I can't help sticking out my rough tongue greedily.
Licking the tears left by this angel over and over again.
wet one's throat
It's raining harder and harder.
My wet and dirty hair is getting wet.
The aging body has filled this source of life.
But I don't have a house where biped can shelter from the rain.
No biped can escape the rain.
All I have is the scarred fur and sparse fur that nature pity has given me.
I saw a dry spot at the door of the biped.
Be careful to run over it.
Shake wet hair
Then he curled up quietly, his stomach growling.
A cold wind blew.
My nose twitched a few times.
yawn
yawn
The closed door suddenly opened.
A man with long hair came out of it.
A little girl with an umbrella.
Maybe she was shocked by the sound of sneezing.
Maybe the little girl is hungry and wants to buy some snacks.
That's how we met anyway.
I have a look of horror, consternation, fear and pity.
Or violent exposure of gums and low-pitched whining threats.
The little girl covered her mouth and looked at me in horror.
I turned and left here with this heavy body.
But I can't keep up.
Then I was hugged by a pair of slender and delicate hands.
Then I heard her shout
"dad! Come on! I caught a big white dog! "
Fear filled my mind.
make arduous efforts
Show fierce eyes and bite the old loose fangs into your arms like tender lotus roots.
The little girl cried and screamed.
A man's scolding
I finally regained my freedom.
The man took a stick from nowhere and hit me.
While avoiding a scream
The old man was knocked unconscious.
The little girl's crying echoed in my ears.
"Dad, don't!"
warmth
comfortable
this ...
Is this heaven?
Am I finally free?
Try to open your eyes.
A bright room
Bright and clean floor
Like my hometown!
Home? So far away ...
Huh? What is this? It's ... it's the little girl I bit!
What is she ... what is she doing here?
This ... this is her home. ...