There has been a constant ruckus near the back stairs of my tenement building, and sure enough, it was yukkuris, a lot of them koyukkuris. What’re they doing out here in the middle of winter? Are they stupid, or do they have some sort of death wish? Both perhaps?
“Yu! This is our easy place! Mister human who can’t take it easy, get out!”
Say what? With that tone of voice, I figure they’re probably throwaways.
“That’s right! We are the pet yukkuris that strays aspire to be! You are a useless dirty slave! That’s why this is our home!”
There has been a constant ruckus near the back stairs of my tenement building, and sure enough, it was yukkuris, a lot of them koyukkuris. What’re they doing out here in the middle of winter? Are they stupid, or do they have some sort of death wish? Both perhaps?
“Yu! This is our easy place! Mister human who can’t take it easy, get out!”
Say what? With that tone of voice, I figure they’re probably throwaways.
“That’s right! We are the pet yukkuris that strays aspire to be! You are a useless dirty slave! That’s why this is our home!”
So I should leave, should I?
