That was still when Mary's vertical roll was drawing drizzly and strong rolls.
It's a boring time for Mary to sit next to Patrick, a very mediocre tea party, and be flattered by those present as "fitting" but "flattering".
Still, you have to laugh in love by saying, "Oh, no, I don't like that." I shake the tail of the cat I wore while sighing in my heart when I'm sick of it.
With all the beautiful weather and the pleasant breeze, I wonder why I have to ask about the fight. You should take a walk and eat croquettes outside on days like this.
And there's no way I can even put it in my attitude to words like that. If at least Mary was having a one-man tournament in her brain, it was in the corner of her sight that something moved.
I wonder what it is and look around.
But there was nothing unusual about it, and the surroundings were still in the middle of the match. We are all desperate that now that the Alberts and Mrs Dice are in place, it is an opportunity for appeal.
Sometimes if Mrs. Albert says, "Tea is delicious," everyone agrees, and it's just flavorful, and if Mrs. Dice falls in love with "those flowers are beautiful," she lifts them up when she can see the beautiful natural beauty that she offers us for a round. That's how you send a compliment to the lady's son, who follows his mothers' gaze.
There's nothing strange about this. Boring sight. But now for a moment, something seems to have flown... very close, around my shoulder...
Mary glanced at it on her shoulder and circled her eyes at the spring visit that would fit inside.
For a while then, as usual, Mary called Patrick's name at the tea party where her forehead would fly.
Cosoli so that no one will ask. Just in case, no one notices this because the surroundings are now in a good mood for Mrs. Albert. Still sitting next to him, he notices Mary's calling voice - plainly erected and occasionally gaveling and grinning at him according to the topic, but I guess he's still bored too - and he's turned his gaze.
"What's up, Mary?"
"Patrick, take a peek at my drill"
That's what they tell me. A question mark floats over Patrick's head.
But that won't help either. Anyway, during the tea party, it was "Take a peek at the drill".
Even so, of course, it doesn't mean you don't know the drill. I know that's Mary's vertical roll in her daily interactions with Addy. - I don't blame or stop Addy for knowing, because I don't put it in my mouth, but Patrick also calls Mary's hair a drill in my heart -
But what do you mean, take a peek? Mary owns many drills in the first place and doesn't even know which of them to peek at. Yes, if Patrick complained with his gaze, Mary, who guessed, looked at Chira and her own shoulder.
Front right drill.
"Front right...... oh, this one"
Apparently on the right side of the vertical roll that stands by her face.
Then Patrick peeked in...... "Gu" and gave a grunting voice.
Deep inside a strong vertical roll curled with silver thread hair, it's small and red to look properly...... tent beetle.
It just happens to have flown in, and it usually happens in this season ahead of spring, such as when there's a tent in my hair.
But I get into it. It just makes the impression that it's a drill, as if it's been inhaled. Instead, it seems that Mozomozo and Mozambique are trying to escape by getting into the drill. Ant hell is no drill hell.
"Me, Mary, this is..."
"It was an accident."
"Muggle..."
He must have laughed. Patrick gave a grunting voice again and then coughed up in a grand way.
Of course it was because I laughed so much, and still Mary stroked his back all the time and said, "Are you okay? ♪ I'll say what.
Of course, the beetle is still in the drill. I'm trapped in a vortex of silver thread and I can't get out.
"Mary, why did you let me know that..."
"I told Addy earlier."
"I see. So I went to take the extra cake at a weird time. You got away."
Patrick grumbles resentfully looking at Addy's escaped destination and imagining that he would be laughing off around the employee cafeteria by now.
Unlike his squire Addy, who can escape for a good reason, Patrick can't inadvertently take a tea party seat as a Dice man, especially now that the subject has moved to Dice (the father), if we haven't listened - and pretend to be listening - even if it's something we're tired of hearing - that has nothing to do with ourselves.
That's why I turn that way to divert my consciousness and gaze from Mary's drill and the tent that is imprisoned in it. Most of all, there's no way Mary can understand Patrick's idea of that, and every time,
"It's the eighth time."
It's just...
"I fell."
It comes live.
Each time Patrick shuddered in full, envying Addy, who instead came over the maid.
In the meantime, Mary lowered her voice, "Oh".
Then call Patrick's name once again in a whisper. Fortunately, no one noticed the interaction between these two, but, well, I just noticed, I would have taken it even as' a friendly beautiful man and beauty is bickering '. Even if you're not listening to your surroundings this way, it's boring but convenient because' the story is exciting and the world of the two 'takes it as good.
But how the hell do you think you're shivering your shoulders with one or the reality of the accident and one or the other laughter? Not so long from the side, you two look great.
"Hey Patrick, take a peek at my front left drill"
"Give me a break already..."
and whilst spewing such a weak sound as Patrick Dice and others, he still climbs out with which and peeks into the vertical roll on Mary's left.
There you are, little, red...... tent beetle.
"Tragedy, again"
"Ugh..."
Patrick hurries to hold his mouth.
That's how I coughed up with Gehong Gehong and covered my mouth when I removed a good quality handkerchief from my chest if that wasn't enough. Exactly. My surroundings look worried about this, but Patrick Dice is the boulder to give me one hand up and "rude" and calm back.
"Mary, are you letting go of the pheromones that call in the tents?"
"Excuse me, there's no way the Albert lady would let that go. It means the same thing for the cows and the humans."
In response, Mary looked around at the tea party seat.
Something to compliment Mrs. Albert on her outfit, something to keep her in a good mood while looking out at the garden, something about Mrs. Dice's outfit being springy and gorgeous, and her son is excellent and will fly when she is safe in the future.
Everyone is desperate to have the Albert and Dice names in front of them.
Watching such a sight, even though Mary said she was sick of it.
"The tents and the humans must be wrapped around long objects."
If I told him, the tent beetle flickered from the drill on the left and right at that moment, running as Patrick, who reached the limit of patience, stood up or followed Addy.