"Little ones...
Please be quiet...
Lick-lick...
Yueeeeeeee..."Marisa had fed up with this.
The little ones looked cute in the very beginning, but now they were already nothing but ugly poo-poo manufacturing beings for her.Inside Marisa's mouth, the odor of poo-poo always remained, to the extent that she couldn't even taste the flavor of wild grass.When she had done licking one of the little ones, the other two were already stained by poo-poo once again.(What Marisa would do were) collecting wild grass, making little ones eat it, and cleaning their poo-poo stained bodies by licking.Yupi! Pippiii!
Yupyaaaaaa!Yuwaaaa
Mister anyaru, wefweshedYuyaaaaaaa!
Wick-wick!
Quickwyyyyyyy!
