When I sprinkle a pinch of the bonito flakes into the water, Marisa suii's her way close to them. Wiggling her round - uh, bottom? - to keep her balance, she lowers her head close to the surface of the water and begins to pick up the flakes with her tongue.
Mr.: "Oh, she's eating them. Maybe this will do as feed for her?"
Observing her beginning to eat, I back away. For the time being, I'll go study up on yukkuri.
Mr.: "Maybe dried bonito flakes would be good."
When I sprinkle a pinch of the bonito flakes into the water, Marisa suii's her way close to them.
Wiggling her round - uh, bottom? - to keep her balance, she lowers her head close to the surface of the water and begins to pick up the flakes with her tongue.
Mr.: "Oh, she's eating them. Maybe this will do as feed for her?"
Observing her beginning to eat, I back away.
For the time being, I'll go study up on yukkuri.
Marisa: "Wick, wick... Mwunch mwunch... Itch naschy... Shlurp, shlurp... Unhwappinech..."