166 – Friends
I had to move to another town with my parents. We decided to live in an empty house whose owner had disappeared after our grandfather, who had been living away from us, had passed away.
While my parents called in a carpenter to repair the house, I spotted a puppy on the outskirts of the town. Its white fur was dirty, probably because it had been abandoned by its owner, but it was very cute when it found me and ran right away wagging its tail.
Looking at the dog who was busy licking my hand while making a panting sound, I felt like this meeting was destiny. New town, new family. Thinking like that, I thought that I really want to raise this puppy.
So I hid the puppy in the bush for a while and ran home and, like a good kid, asked my parents if it was okay to keep the puppy without an owner. Parents will be in trouble if you blindly take the puppy.
As expected, the parents happily accepted the child’s earnest request, who had been depressed over parting with his friends for several days.
Excited, I headed to the bush to bring the dog home. But the puppy seemed to have gone somewhere else without waiting for me in the meantime. Thinking that it might still be nearby, I looked around and noticed a child petting a puppy.
The moment I saw the puppy panting and charming her like she did to me, her heart, which had been filled with joy, went cold in an instant.
Our meeting was not fate. That puppy simply liked people, and I was just a random person. The reason why I was rubbing my body like I liked it wasn’t because it was ‘me’.
When I found out that the dog’s behavior was simply because it missed people’s touch, I was very angry for some reason.
The feel of the puppy’s fluffy fur that remained on my fingertips was unbearably unpleasant. I brushed my hands off my skirt and watched the puppy.
As the child he was petting was about to leave, the child made a puzzled expression as he desperately followed. It seems that unlike me, I can’t raise a dog.
In the end, when the child left the puppy under the tree and ran to the village, the puppy followed a little bit and eventually gave up.
The dog, which had lowered its tail and looked around helplessly, appeared in front of it. The behavior of the dog, which seemed to be happy to find me and rubbed its body against my leg, felt very repugnant.
I lifted the puppy. It was dirty, but I could feel the warmth underneath the leather. I smiled at the puppy looking up at me happily in my arms and followed the sound of flowing water that I heard somewhere.
There was a river that was narrow and deep. From a wooden bridge across the river, I peeked into the water, and there were many fish, so it seemed like it was okay to go fishing. A fisherman might be watching. I looked around, but fortunately no one was there.
I walked to the middle of the bridge while humming. The puppy was calm, probably because it was good to be held in my arms. As I stroked her hair, it was cute to stick out my pink tongue and tickle her palms.
I grabbed the dog by the back and threw it over the railing of the bridge.
Kkiing- Kkiing-! There was a loud roar and the sound of splashing water.
I watched the puppy struggling and whimpering. I’ve never seen a puppy die by drowning. Is it different from your imagination? I observed the puppy disappearing into the water and sticking out its face again, whimpering.
The feeling of displeasure disappeared and a deep sense of satisfaction filled my heart at the thought that I had appropriately punished the offended puppy. It was as if my parents were highly praised for something insignificant.
But the puppy, swept away by the current, whimpered and managed to swim out and get out of the water. My body was wet and I was shaking with difficulty, as if my whole body had lost strength.
I clicked my tongue at that appearance.
I’m sorry. I guess I should have put a stone on my body.
As I approached the puppy who was brushing off her body by crossing her legs, the puppy stopped her, stared at me, and darted off to the other side with her frightened look on her face.
Sorry and annoyance. Feeling that strange feeling, I went back to the village with a sigh. When I returned empty-handed, my parents were puzzled that I had returned alone, but smiled and comforted me at my gloomy explanation that the puppy had gone elsewhere.
As I lay in bed that night, I was deeply troubled. Why did I do that to my dog today?
If I had waited on the spot for me to come instead of going to someone else, the puppy would have lived happily with me.
But the moment she saw the pup petting another person, I felt like I was being taken away from what belonged to me. It was upsetting and unpleasant to watch.
So I threw the puppy into the river. With the intention of destroying it so that it will never fall into the hands of others again.
But the puppy swam desperately and she got out of the water, and she threw herself out of her hands. You won’t know now where she went.
She might have learned a lesson and become a stray dog out of fear of people. Or maybe I haven’t learned a lesson from today’s events, and in another village, I might meet a nice owner by pampering a child, as he did to me today.
If I had died, it would have been mine forever.
After a few days of looking depressed, my parents took me to a nearby city. And as a surprise, he gave me the opportunity to choose a cute puppy to take home.
In the cage, there were many puppies looking at me eagerly for human touch. When they reached out together, they rubbed her body and flicked their tongues as if they would not let go.
But none of the dogs moved my heart. The thought that I would have done the same if it were someone else, not me, is no longer interesting.
The owner, who said he had sold dogs for 20 years, quickly showed me the puppy in the corner of the store when I made a sad face.
It was a puppy with brown, white and black fur. My eyes lit up for the first time when I saw the owner just went nearby, shivering and crouching in the corner of the cage.
“Originally, they were brothers, but the bad kids put them in a sack and bullied them, so everyone died and only this boy survived. That’s why I’m not afraid of people.”
The owner added with a smile.
“A dog like this doesn’t open up to people easily. But if the little girl approaches you with all her heart, she will open her heart that was firmly closed only to her.”
The owner opened the iron cage door and gave me a look in his eyes asking me to put my hand in.
As I gently put my hand inside the cage, the dog got even more scared and groaned. I wouldn’t be able to run away any longer. I smiled at the desperate gesture.
“I’ll do it with him.”
“A good choice.”
My parents were worried about whether I would be able to raise them well, but it was easy to convince them thanks to the good looks I had shown them.
The puppy named Choco only hides in the corner when she comes home, but she seldom opens the door to her heart. Even if she held out a bowl of feed, she noticed and refused to eat until the person was gone.
I really liked Choco’s behavior. Several days of hard work allowed Choco to let go of her wariness towards strangers.
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Now, when I put out her bowl of rice, Choco didn’t hide and carefully approached me and ate the food. I love Choco so much that when I finish eating her food, she even hugs me.
But one day, I forgot to feed my friends while playing late with my close friends in the village, so I ran home late.
I saw Choco burying her face in her bowl of rice, receiving her mother’s gentle touch. She was even wagging her tail eagerly.
In an instant, a strong sense of betrayal soared.
I thought Choco only opened up to me. She thought Choco definitely needed me. But then she was like that puppy she was. Choco just needed a feeder, not me.
Choco was no longer as lovely as before. She felt rather offended. This is not my favorite chocolate.
I made a plan to get back to the chocolate I loved. I deliberately threw her chocolate feces onto her parents’ bed and wiped her table with a rag soaked in her urine.
When the whole house smelled bad, I told my parents how about growing chocolate outside. The two people who were in trouble were happy that I had said that first and stroked their heads saying that they were kind.
Choco has a new home in her backyard. And when I promised my parents that I would feed them every day and take them for a walk, my parents promised to buy me a good gift as a reward if I raised Choco well.
That evening I took Choco for a walk on the outskirts of town. On the way to the mountain where people don’t go, I put chocolate in the sack prepared in advance.
Choco, which had not rebelled after adapting to human touch, began to glow in the bag.
I picked up a branch that had fallen nearby and hit the hilt.
Ching-King- A small sound came from the hilt, but I continued swinging the branch. After three branches were broken, I opened the mouth of the bag to check the condition of the chocolate.
Thanks to the sack, there were no broken or scarred places.
I took out the chocolate with a bright smile when I saw Choco trembling in fear and looking at me with fearful eyes.
As if she had pooped, she hid the soiled sack again under a tree and pulled Choco by the leash to drag her home.
I tied the leash tightly so that I wouldn’t run away like that puppy, and I went out to the backyard again with a bowl full of food in front of my parents.
“Choco.”
When I called his name, the sight of him hiding in every corner of the house as if starting a match made me smile as I remembered our first meeting.
After pouring all the feed from the rice bowl into a container that my parents didn’t check, I put the empty bowl in front of Choco.
Three days like that.
Choco couldn’t eat anything except water.
My parents asked me if I was bothered by Choco’s constant whining.
“Isn’t Choco sick?”
I raised the corners of my mouth at a thoroughly calculated angle.
Ever since I was little, I was quick-witted. It was easy to laugh in accordance with the situation.
“No. They’re asking for more rice. He must have noticed that if he did that, he would give me more rice.”
“Oh, Choco looks smart.”
I firmly said to my mother who smiled while saying that.
“But if you give me food, it’s a bad habit. Can’t give it Even the puppy training book says to train them from an early age.”
The day I brought Choco home, I bought a book about raising dogs in the city. However, she only treated me with her love according to the book, and Choco betrayed me. Since the book was wrong, I thought of making the chocolate I wanted in my own way.
“A clever puppy.”
Her father frowned at her as if he was offended by the chocolate.
“Leave it to me. I feed the rice every day, so you can’t even give it a snack.”
“Yes, my daughter is smart too.”
Because of my strong warning, my parents didn’t give me food or snacks, no matter how cute Choco was, and she whined.
The fifth day since Choco didn’t eat anything.
I approached Choco, who was lying helpless. I held out a rice bowl full of food hidden in the container to Choco, who was startled as if he had smelled me and crouched in the corner.
Choco couldn’t stand the hunger and ate the food in a hurry. After a while, I smiled when I saw Choco hiding in the corner again as if he was full.
As Choco, who had been whining every night, became quiet, the parents’ expressions brightened. Her exhilarated mother stroked Choco’s hair and praised her. Seeing that, I didn’t feed Choco again.
Hungry again, Choco whimpered at her parents. Before eating her meal, she saw her daughter who went out to her backyard with her rice bowl full of feed, saying that she would take care of chocolate first, so she thought that Choco was doing something clever again, and she rather scolded her. .
I repeated that action about six times.
I held out a rice bowl full of feed to Choco. Choco, who was curled up in her corner, spotted me and frantically waggled her tail.
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Now Choco doesn’t whine when her parents see her. She knew that at best she had no return. Rather, she was beaten by her father, who couldn’t stand her whimpering every night, telling her to be quiet. Choco is afraid of her parents’ touch like she used to.
Choco, who has thoroughly realized that I am the only one who feeds her, now doesn’t wag her tail at anyone but me. When she hears human footsteps, she goes into the house and hides. Except for my footsteps.
“You really are my perfect puppy. Choco.”
Rumor has it that Choco, who is afraid of people, only follows her in the village. It was a rumor that spread through her mother’s mouth.
She is a good kid who usually gets along well with her friends.
She is loved by her owner, so the puppy will open up to her.
She is a good friend to anyone.
I learned a lot through Choco. One day, a child asked me.
“Can you be friendly with my sister too?”
She was the most popular kid in town. All the girls liked the good-natured and handsome boy. Even the boys were all very likable. Even the adults of the picky town.
“Eh, he doesn’t want to play with us.”
“Right, playing with him is no fun.”
“He is an idiot!”
When the children said that, the child shouted, probably angry.
“Don’t say that to my sister!”
Thanks to that, she only felt bad. When the kids were bickering and arguing, I quietly got out of there.
I had no intention of accepting the request, but I looked around where he might be, thinking we could have a conversation.
In the end, I found the child outside of town, near the bridge where I once threw the puppy into the river.
A blond-haired, blue-eyed child who looked just like her older brother was squatting alone near the river, playing with rocks.
As she got closer, she looked back at me with her wide eyes, startled by the sound of her footsteps. The way she shrugged her shoulders with her wary eyes suddenly reminded me of the first time I met Choco.
“Hello?”
As we greeted each other, the blue eyes we met shook with tension. The look convinced me. Like Choco, I found someone who would be my perfect friend.
I tilted her head with a bright smile and held out my white hand.
“Did you not hear? I said hello.”
He kept his mouth shut with eyes hesitant about holding my hand, and when I saw him slowly step back, I immediately grabbed his hand.
I asked with a smile at the child whose body was rigidly stiff with a puzzled look on his face.
“I am Eli. You?”
When I sent a firm gaze that I would not let go of my hand until I heard the answer, the child eventually answered in a small voice.
“…… Ro, Ross. My name is Ross.”
I asked with a bright smile.
“Shall we be friends?”
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