- I don't like nasty things, nut fool!
"No, I'm sorry"
"I don't need to pay for cleaning if I'm sorry."
A golden retriever that toys with pleasure at your feet.
The nuts scratch their heads like lights are familiar to a young man, a dog shop - not his real name. His nickname - turned a chilling glance at him.
"No way, during a walk, I didn't think I'd lose my lead. Come on"
"I'm not using such an old one, not at all..."
It was this golden retriever that hit the nut's back with a thoughtful body earlier.
A dog in a working pet shop in a dog shop, which is a product but already an adult dog, it is half the owner of this dog shop if you are not willing to sell it or just can't buy it. When I came to the pet store it was small and adorable, but it only got bigger in size, keeping me healthy and innocent. Because of the background of knowing when I was little, this dog has no hesitation against nuts, elsa, or the dog shop.
Sitting on a bench nearby, tapping a coat full of dog saliva and footprints everywhere, but the dirt doesn't quite come off. Every time the nut sighs, he laughs next door and says "I'm sorry," which he hates and finds out, but it doesn't seem to work very well.
Give up your dirty coat, act like a doghouse, and watch the dog. I was crawling belly to belly, groaning with disappointment and happiness at my earlier toys.
"Well, I guess it's okay to have it."
The doghouse just said that she realized it.
At the same time, I pointed to a dog toy. Worrying mouthful, but in this dog's condition, I wouldn't let him go where I pulled him back.
"Didn't you need it? That, but the nuts, they had dogs."
"Fine. Originally it was Elsa's failure."
"Hmm? That toy, Elsa made it?
"No, no. Sweet chocolate turns into tea, tea turns into candy, and candy turns into dog toys."
"What do you mean?
Does the explanation make it even less clear that the dog shop frowns more and more.
I'm not serious about getting him in trouble, though. I gave it back in one plain word.
"This is what happened when we bartered."
"Nuts, are you free?
I'm not free.
It's just a by-product of a walk.
barter. It was a stream that seemed very clueless to the nuts, but they didn't take it that way from the dog shop. "That's funny," he laughed at the streams that followed with the cotton.
"Well, maybe I should thank you for something, too."
"I don't need it, nothing."
"No, but I think it's more fun to keep going. Right, I'll give you this."
And the dog shop.
I gave him what I had in my hand long after I met him, pointing it at his nut.
"Cut Lead"
"You know what the word 'thank you' means?
I glance at the childhood familiarity with a smiling smile with a chilling half-eye.
"'Cause what else can I give you... it's only about shit"
I'll take the lead.
I snatched the broken lead from the doghouse's hand peeking into the bag.
More than shit yet, I guess. I don't know if anyone wants this.
When I saw it, at the end of the lead, it must have been connected to the collar, but it was broken. Occupational disease or somehow I observe the incision, but there is no sign of it being cut with a blade. I guess he was right, aging was going on.
While observing so much, nuts think one thing at a time. This cheeky loose man, like Elsa, is familiar with his childhood.
"... doghouse, come on"
"Yeah?"
"Remember when me and Elsa had a fight?
I don't expect much, though, because I'm talking about this loving man - thinking, asking. But the doghouse did remember.
When I put my arms together and looked up at the sky upside down, I turned off my grin and said:
"Uh. Amazing old story?
"Yes."
"You had one. I remember. If I happen to be walking a dog, cry my nuts out. Uh, I thought I should stay out of that, so I tried to reroute the walk, and Elsa found me looking for it, and I said, 'Yikes!'"
"Didn't you cry then, Elsa?
"Oh, Elsa was crying too... no, but it's nuts one way or the other. That one."
"I...?
"Yeah."
When I asked him back, he grinned with a face that didn't stop. I was just frowning a little bit.
"Nat, do you remember that time properly?
"I'm going to remember... what. If I told you to go shopping for snacks because I was hungry, somehow only on that day, Elsa said 'I don't want to go' and when I asked why, I got angry, and so Elsa, I cried so much..."
"Oh, I don't remember."
It was a gentle, well, truncating thing. Such a way of talking, where my memory is certain and I am absolutely confident that I remember my nuts incorrectly.
Quicker than the nuts get angry with it, they've been asking questions.
"But why are you doing that now?
"... Elsa said it."
"Elsa did? What?"
He said, "When you look at me when I'm in a fight with Sputnik, you remember me."
Then.
His sleepy eyes opened uncommonly. And
"Ahhh."
And suddenly he said it out loud, so the nut jumped up his shoulder, and even the dog, who was lying down at his feet again, lifted his body as he tried to drop the toy.
"Ahhh. I know. I know. I know. I know, I know, I know."
Without a single reaction or anything, the dog shop just laughs as if it were a masterpiece and meets both hands over and over again. On top of that, I said, "Elsa's good, too," etc., so my nuts pointed at my lips.
"What. Did I say such terrible things to Elsa back then?
"No, I'm not..." I even rubbed my tears in my eyes with my fingers, "I mean, nuts, you, that would be it. That's what they said, and I guess that's what they thought. That's what you think, I probably would too. But I'm not. I'm not."
"Yeah, yeah, don't say that. What are you trying to say?"
"Oh, uh..."
Right, hey, squeal, exhale.
After fixing his disturbed breath with too much laughter, the dog shop told him this with a slow narrative so the nuts could understand.
"... You told Elsa, 'When I look at the nuts I'm dealing with Sputnik, I remember when I fought with the nuts,' and I wonder, 'Did I rant the same way I told Sputnik when I fought with Elsa'? That's what makes Elsa cry."
"Yes, but"
"No, that's not what Elsa's trying to say"
I thought something was wrong with my husband, or the dog slowly rose up.
He looks worried and peeks into the dog shop's face and pushes the toy into his hand, which is what he was playing with, originally from his nuts. He pinched the dog's face with both hands and said, "Thank you, I'm fine".
The dog shop turns to the nuts. The brown eyes narrowed slowly.
"Remember and see properly. It was certainly you I couldn't get my hands on then, nuts."
But I'm not convinced by the nuts.
"Oh, my God, that sounds great."
"Well, mine's older. It's an older privilege to be great at younger ages."
"You're only different from one, what are you talking about?"
"You're older without complaining if you're not one. The day you were born, I was eating breastfeeding."
After I bragged about the only difference...
I stroke the dog's face and say "yes" as I remembered something.
"Oh, come check it out for reference? Our daughter. It's cute, really."
"I'm glad you don't look like me."
"No, that looks like my eyes or something. I was wondering if my mouth looked like my wife's, but she's been looking a little like mine lately. Oh, but the nose."
"That's enough. I'll come back next time. Talk then."
That's how I was half forced, to break his word.
I can't ask you that because this guy's love affair repeats the same thing every time. In cold breezes, especially. Whatever it is, his love affair is great because it makes' that 'Sputnik pioneer as well.
So he tilted his neck sparingly as he flickered his right hand.
"Really? I thought you'd feel better."
"Because I have so much to think about right now. That's all I'll take."
Garbage I didn't even want - shake the broken lead loosely and answer. He seemed convinced and chuckled, "Well."
"See you later. I'll see you soon."
"Yes."
"I hope you remember the old days."
I'm coming, a dog shop said. That's not an instruction to the nuts.
The Golden Retriever, who was lying down, immediately stood up shaking his tail. Knowing that the walk is resumed, it immediately offers the toy it was wearing to the kennel shop. He said "thank you" and received it. I don't know if that thank you is to the dog that gave it to me, or to the nut that was the original owner, or to the nut that was just out of sight.
One word or two of farewell greetings, and then they walk away. The lead was gone, but the achievement of the shiatsu, or the Golden Retriever, was heavily attached to his side.
A childhood friend leaves and is left alone on the bench. My fingertips were cold and I pinched my hand between my crotches. Then, uh, sigh, and look up at the sky.
What I think is that day Elsa and I had a fight.
I'm not really close to myself, about that guy.
And...
- So I won't tell you.
"How was it, I wonder..."
And the nuts, they remind me...