The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Keep up the momentum that popped out of the grocery store and take the fast track to the pet store. The journey for the six shops was not so far from the adult's feet.

"... was there"

Sputnik groaned in a sigh mix as he peered inside through the glass tucked into the door of the pet shop.

What looked like beyond the glass was the various kinds of animals and pet shop clerks there, one boy, a guest lady and then, as Anna asked, the beloved employee Crewe figure.

The expression is somewhat strong, but it seems to be self-assertive to the extent that it is possible to communicate. The customer's woman snorted and listened to her say something. This was likely to lead to an improvement in people's familiarity, which also seemed like a good trend, but today's goal is to perform shopping alone. Sputnik put his hand on the door and went to collect the employee, as he could not leave the frustrated one alone forever.

"Hey coo...... ghhh!?

"Wait a minute!

But it was blocked. The shock from behind you attacked him just before you pulled the door. The crushed voice of the frog wasn't the reptile escaping from the pet store, it was the one that leaked out of Sputnik's throat. The nut that came after him pulled Sputnik's collar as hard as he could into the pet store about what went crazy.

I was totally alarmed. I instantly stuffed his trachea, and I couldn't breathe.

After pulling him straight into the alley by the pet store, the nuts finally let go. I fold my hips, hold my free throat and cough up a few times. Then I glanced at her and screamed in a plundering voice.

"What the hell are you doing? You're killing me!

"What the hell is this dialogue over here! You know what you've been trying to do now!?

"What the..."

To the pet store, to pick up our employees.

But the nuts probably already had predictions about what he was thinking. Without giving it all while I said it, I lurked my voice with "good things".

And so it went on.

"If you do, will Crewe's use fail?

- In contrast.

So what's up, Sputnik wasn't stupid enough to say, and he wasn't stupid enough. Understand what she's trying to say and be aware of the mistakes she's about to make.

"Crewe is a child who has done it. You're a responsible, kind, and good kid enough to keep me hired by a nasty blubber like you - but that's why. If you fail, and you come all the way out here to pick her up, she'll be depressed."

I could also imagine taking it in my hand. She manages to laugh and show off her shoulders to her own impudence, but only worries.

"Failure is certainly important for growth. But as for your use, I can't say I failed yet. Why don't you watch him a little more until Crewe can't help herself and say, 'Help me,' until she gives up and comes home saying, 'I couldn't do it'?

…………

I chose silence because the only words I could possibly throw up were "what I found out in my nutty habits". To say that would be to acknowledge your loss without even fixing it. but I couldn't allow myself to surrender to this woman. So there's no way I can say anything. I'm just staring - at it.

I heard the doorbell.

The door of the pet shop opens at the same time as the sound is somewhat higher than that of Sputnik's shop. Sputnik and Nut asked you with just a few faces out of the alley. Out of the store came a pet shop clerk's youth and a guest woman, followed by a girl-crew. The woman has her pet carry case in her hand, and for some reason Krew has one bag, too. You shouldn't have taken the extra money, but I don't know what.

"Thank you for your purchase."

The young man said so and bowed his head deeply in an attempt to lure the two out of the store. Smiling soft, red-haired young man. The face seems tender, to put it well, and weak, to put it badly.

Sputnik remembered that he was the clerk at this store. I've only talked to him a little while back on the shopping trip before. I forgot my name, but my sister and I run a pet shop, and my brother says he's a pet trimmer, and my sister's a vet. Do you think that each business alone is profitable for the store, and that the shop business is halfway to the road for two animal lovers?

"Uh, was that Lily? Please adore him. If there's anything you don't know about breeding, feel free to."

From the flow of the story, it would be the cat's name, not the woman, to say Lily. She was called by its name, which greeted her as a pet, and the woman smiled.

"Thank you. I hope you recognize me as a family soon."

"She's a nostalgic girl, so I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Ugh, I'll do my best. - Let's go, Crewe."

Speaking to the woman, Crewe stretched his spine and nodded loudly.

"Ha. Um, uh, doghouse, thank you"

"Welcome and thank you for your help. Go on, good luck."

In thanks to Krew, he also returns thanks. Then Crewe laughed happily.

- This, again. Sputnik was somewhat surprised by the drawn-in idea (Krew), which was more open to others than he thought. Though I can see him being somewhat nervous, not as much as he had advised. Thanks to pet therapy (animal therapy)?

Eventually they finished their greeting and turned their backs and started walking in the opposite direction from the grocery store, opposite the alley where Sputnik and the others were. Where the hell are they going?

and beside which Sputnik tilts his neck.

The nuts remained silent and gently extended their arms out of the alley. The hand imparts no sound to the young man who was dropping off his two backs leaving. And

"Gyu."

When she grabbed the young man's collar, she pulled it all at once. The sight of taking him into the alley with that momentum seems to be the scene of a kidnapping or abduction from the side.

Ask Sputnik, kneeling on the ground and sidelining a pet shop clerk coughing up Zeezje just like Sputnik did earlier.

"You, grab that collar, what is it?

"The neck is the easiest way to control the structure of the human body."

There are other things to discuss at this time, although I am struck by the answers returned without evil. Sputnik gently poked the young man, who seemed to continue to suffer, with his toes.

"Ola, get up."

"Hey, what is it, give me a break? I don't have any money."

He holds his head protected, his eyes closed hard and trembles weakly. But I don't know why, thanks. When I see something like that, reflectively, I talk to him in a resourceful voice grasping up and down the chest barn.

"Ah? What are you talking about? If you don't have a match, get it. Look, from now on..."

"What are you talking about?"

My nut slaps me in the head and I go back to much more sanity.

The young man, whose hands had been let go, raised his fearful face, wondering because he heard a familiar voice. Eventually I look at the found out face there and round my eyes as surprised.

"That, nuts? And Mr. Sputnik. What's the matter with you two?"

Both the nuts and this young man were born in the same city. There's a loose vibe somewhere in the story that's different from dealing with the rest of us. But I'm not a sputnik who won't do anything about it there. I looked down at him and greeted him as usual.

"Hi, I'm afraid you let our employees play."

"No, it's outrageous. She's a very good girl, and she was very helpful to me. By the way, I think Mr. Sputnik was intimidating me right now."

"No way. You can't let me do that. I can't believe you're asking me to."

Nuts often looked at the empty Sputnik, but now he seemed to realize it was not there that mattered, turning again to the youth.

"Doghouse. Who is that woman? Crewe, where are you trying to go with me?

What she calls a 'dog shop' is the nickname of this man. He began to be called from the point of view of running a pet store, "somewhere dog-like," but his atmosphere wasn't 'watchdog' when he said dog, there was something close to it that was lovingly kept and tamed.

And to the nut question, the doghouse answers with a cheeky smile that seems to be a 'dog'.

"Hmm? Oh, my customer, he's here to pick up a kitten he previously sold. He was so sweet, he'd take care of it."

"So, where are you going to play this time about that guy, Ku?"

"That's a pathetic way to say you're going to play. Krewe went to the supply store to fulfill the use you asked for."

Apparently, Crewe hadn't forgotten his original purpose. I feel safe about that, though.

There was a word in the canine store dialogue that was not to be overheard. Keep it up, repeat.

"Materials store?

"Yeah. So that customer said he was sending me because he lives near a materials store."

"That's not the problem. Why are you a supplier?"

"What? Because ink is in a materials store, right? Crewe, Ink, I told you I forgot what store you're selling it to, so I told you it's in the materials store."

It's in the grocery store, too.

Sputnik asked, smiling, naturally the doghouse replied. But his smile freezes at the nutty words he then points out.

- remain silent for a while,

"Ah."

Eventually, when the dog shop just raised its voice, finally realizing.

"Hebu."

A silent binta of nuts strained the right cheek of the doghouse.

Grab the collar and shake it wide back and forth.

"How come you've been missing so much for so long? Make some progress, you stupid dog!

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

"Easy, nuts. The dog shop looks a lot worse."

Sputnik stops at the sight of the reddening dog shop. When his hands were released from his neck, he crawled on all fours and sank to the ground, breathing rough again and again.

But I'm not used to getting used to it, and the nuts don't look particularly worried. Put your hands on your cheeks and sigh, but that was not to guide you through the health of the dog shop.

"Materialist... It's a little far from your first use, isn't it? I'm worried."

"I had to get you to go anywhere in the city, all by yourself, eventually. You should think that's a little quicker."

See who the Crews left. I don't see the two of you anymore, but I know where the material store is. It's not hard to catch up. Sputnik did not wait for the doghouse to recover and stepped out onto the street.

We're going to the materials store.

(cont 'd)