It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Unaccustomed ceiling when you open your eyes. Give yourself up to the gushing absences, stretching your body all the way, and then getting your upper body up. From the window I can see the light muscles dyeing the room blue. When I gently opened the window, I saw a stained blue sky. August 16th is clear. If you look closely, the gardener is watering the trees before it gets hot. Looking back, the gracefully laid down palette opens its thin eyes and peeks at this one.

Good morning.

"Good morning, you're early."

Standing smoothly with a short response like Woof's, he rolls the taro and shark he was supporting.

"Amanbo."

Licking the two wakes me up flat, mixing motherhood and bitter laughter just a little in the voice of my heart. It seemed confusing for a moment, but I'm moving my tail thumping excitedly to see if I'm relieved that Palment and I are there, or if something fun starts next.

"Sampo no Jikan"

Do you want to follow me? I was stared at with my eyes, so I thought I'd offer you a offering. It's still early for Liz to wake up. I wanted to think a little too, so I thought I'd stick with you for a morning walk. As the palm walks down the hallway rhythmically clawing into small pieces once, Taro and Hime follow behind as they clung together. I follow the back about as fast as I walk.

"It's good to see you again. But not when you're stuck."

When the palette presses the hand, it then opens. I guess the gardener was opening it for me when the palette went out for a walk when I got out at work.

Taro and Hime are inspired by the growing grass trees to become cum bulldozers, but stick around as they are taught by the palette, and still follow them back in fun. Even when it comes to gardens, including the hills on the north side, it will be quite large. When you jump over the fence of the boundary as a garden, you start climbing towards the hill. Apparently, the wolves are focusing around the north, where humans can't protect them. There is a division of work around here.

Taro and Hime have never climbed a slope with lots of trees inside, so they follow it with interest. It is sweetly bitten when it approaches the trees in such a way that its curiosity cannot be suppressed. Confirmation of the territory seems acceptable.

As we take a walk, the wolves gather to see if some of the herds were scattered. Taro and Hime know their faces or just gently exchange greetings, but I am unknown, so they lick Pelo and his right palm, offer them and exchange greetings. I don't feel dangerous because the palette introduces me.

As we climb the hill, we see the sky gradually changing from dark blue to red purple and dark blue. When they arrive at an open place about the middle belly, the wolves begin to indulge their minds. Taro and Hime seem to enjoy getting into it and getting groomed together. I sit on just the right rock, too. I can see the mansion just a little smaller under my eyes. He said the wolves would be grateful to protect him because he seemed troublesome to be watched from here.

"Sukoshi Cucumber"

When the elegantly lying paperment declares, the wheel breaks down slightly and the soothing atmosphere widens. I decide to sink into my own thoughts, too.

As for the former queen, I don't know what's going on. However, I think it is necessary to confront each other properly at some point in time. You should face it properly as a person who has contributed, a person who has struck a fool. Rostee and Norweh feel strongly that they intend to solve it for both of us from a position of responsibility, but it doesn't start anything by arguing the human, not least the woman's, mood against them. He said it would be a reality that we could talk for the first time after being cursed.

Phew and sigh, he leans in like Taro and Hime worried, so he gently strokes and tells him to play and come.

I guess it's Rostee's decision later. If skilled politicians aspire to leapfrog the next decade with Peltia's support, the country will move. Until now, Rostee had pursued politics with an open mind, assuming an attitude of institutional support. The scaffolding is a process of consolidating and incorporating new things, but there is no denying that the scaffolding was slightly centered on the scaffolding. I guess this was also due to my age that it was time to start thinking about political life.

"Your husband is going to embrace change and move the country a lot."

I was wondering if you could tell, and I told the palette, I lean my little nipple in the dust.

'Nothing I don't know. But when are you going to be sweet? If that doesn't bother you, we can all go on like that.'

If Rostee makes up her mind but doesn't change her routine, she's serious. If so, I can spare no effort and provide the backing of the enlightened. Technologies that do not know how the political system will change, but were therefore difficult to put out, would also explode to develop the country's economy if they were to be spread with a decade of follow-up. However, as with the history of the planet, the time comes for workers to be eliminated. He said he should probably move on, assuming that safety net.

As I watched the fluffy delusions and the movement of the sun as I solidified my expectations, the sky became a clear blue sky.

'Come on, shall we go back? Where we belong. "

When I told the palette, I bent my thin eyes like a smile, and there was a short reply called Voff. Come on, it's political time.