It's all one flower.

"It's quiet today because the weather is nice, but on rainy days and nights, it's very lively to ring at once."

The farm manager showed me to the edible frog compartment, but the swamp is cloudy and I can't see anything.

"Ah, there it is!"

"Where?"

"Over there"

One of the elementary school students noticed and pointed his finger.

Something muddy is in the aisle.It looks suspicious in the world, but if you can ride the stones of [Boundary] and [Enchantment], it's probably not a monster.

Morph remembered hearing that a strong beast could forcefully break through the [boundary] and trembled.

"If you're surprised, you'll escape to the swamp. Look quietly."

Nut's mother told me to kill the footsteps and walk like mud.Razornik stopped occasionally and took pictures on his tablet device.

The muddy man turns back to the swamp and everyone's feet stop.

It was a little bigger than Medvede's old man's trick.The mouth is big, but the hands are small, and the legs developed like the back legs of the butt are many times thicker than the arms.

"Do you... eat that?"

Amana whispered to Pina's sister with a critical voice whether she could hear or not.The bakery's daughter stares at the muddy guy with a twitchy face and hardens.

Morph met the fisherman's grandfather.

"I've heard that fried chicken is delicious like chicken."

"Is that what birds taste like?"

The voice suddenly grew louder and Morph rushed to press his mouth.

The muddy eating frog didn't move just to frighten his stomach.

... what? I've seen chickens, haven't I?

I remember the taste of chicken fritters and roast chicken, but I noticed that I didn't know what the chicken looked like and where it did.

There were various birds in the countryside that I visited so far, but I don't know which one is the chicken.

It seems to be a kind of bird, but even the pigeons and sparrows that are often seen around there are completely different colors, sizes and shapes.

The necklace of the pharmacist and the fisherman's grandfather is an owl and pelican, and the bird is completely different from the bird.

... chickens look like this? No, it's probably just a feather.

Local elementary school students are just impressed by their size and don't seem particularly creepy.

"Food frogs are also insects.Here we give the Yabuka mosquito, but the edible frog has no magic storage properties. "

Morph approached the edible frog gently, listening to the director's explanation.

In the third step, he jumps into the swamp and swims out of reach in no time.I can't imagine the speed from the appearance.

In the marsh is a rock with a face on the surface of the water, and a lot of frogs ride and everyone looks at me.When the frog climbed the rock earlier, the other two or three entered the water.

"There are frogs and pigeons everywhere, so it's not uncommon, but we take good measures against mold as much as possible and refrain from using antibiotics and chemicals...."

The director's difficult explanation goes from right to left.

"I don't know if there's a frog in the food I've been eating."

"Hahahaha. If it's not in a boulder, you'll see."

The employee's older brother laughs at Medvede's old yota.

I heard Amana was afraid.

Oniichan, do you know the taste of frogs?

I wasn't in the cafeteria, I wasn't in the cafeteria.

Pina's sister and Amana were overtly relieved.

Razornik smiled loudly.

"If you don't know the taste, you won't even know if you eat it, right?"

"It's a closed Sunday, but I'll show you a delicious place later."

"Oh, that's nice. Compare chicken and frogs, please."

The director mixes up with the story and Razornik responds well.The girls twitched their faces, but the local children seem to envy them.

Moving to the carriage compartment, two old men in working clothes pushed the trolley.Start something by sticking your hand into a blue plastic container.

"Thank you."

"Ah, Chief."

"Good work."

The two responded well to their desires and immediately resumed their work.

The station chief turns to everyone.

"I don't take care of creatures for 365 days.No matter Sunday or holiday, we have to shift and take care of them alternately. "

Morph also had the advantage of working under similar conditions in a factory that wasn't meant for living creatures.I forgot the contents, but I couldn't go to church on Sunday and I quit because I couldn't get candy balls.

"They're also grown in our blended feed."

The operator threw a large key about the size of a palm into a blue plastic container loaded on the trolley and sprinkled the contents into the swamp.The water rises violently and countless small mouths struggle ahead to swallow about half the rounded food of the soybeans.

"At this size, the shipment is still ahead.We change the shipping timing according to the order and divide the marshes by size to avoid eating together. "

Morph peered into the bait box.

Square stainless steel containers are arranged, and the grain size is divided.

"If you feed a big one to a small one, the water becomes cloudy and sick, and if you feed a big one to a small one, it will be difficult to eat and spill."

"Every day, we change the amount of food just to get better, according to our physique, season, physical condition, etc."

Hmm.

The bait clerk told me, but I didn't come to Morph with a pin.

... how can you tell the color of a fish?

The container is duplicated.

Feed down there too?

That's right.

They both sat down and showed me a feeding box that still contained plenty.

Wow! Bye!

The lower bait was about the head of the baby one by one.The whole container is a huge feeding container.The two quickly reloaded the container and resumed feeding the small bowl.

"Here's the biggest individual in our farm."

The station chief takes you to the marsh in the back.Right in front of the walled compartment.

The swamp was one turn smaller than the mobile station truck and considerably wider than the other swamps.The walls are stamped with spells and spell marks, and the background is still stuck.

The station chief cast a spell and raised the water.When the rolled mud was returned to the swamp, fish as old as Medvage appeared in the clear water column.

The one with the big head and the one closer to the tail is thin, but the width is bigger than the old man's.I don't think my black body has scales.

The children look up at the fish as loud as a beast without a voice.

The daikon leaned back to the swamp.

What a magnificent beauty.

"For what purpose and for how many years?"

The fisherman's grandfather was impressed and praised, and the radio's grandmother asked questions, and the station chief explained with great joy.