Kenji Miyazawa

“ Looking into the room, they saw a black stand next to the door.
“That makes sense. Bringing guns in with you when you eat is bad manners.”
“They must have a lot of important people come.”
They unstrapped their guns, took off their ammo belts, and put them on the stand. The room ended in a black door with more words written on it, “Please leave your hats, jackets, and shoes here.”
“What do you think? Should we just leave our stuff here?”
“What else can we do? Really important people must come here.” ”

“ Some whispering came from behind the door, “We’re done for. They figure us out. And they didn’t even salt themselves.”
“Of course not. The boss is a terrible writer. ‘Our sincerest apologies for the many orders.’ That’s just dumb.” ”

“ Anyways, do you think he’ll share the bones with us?”
“Probably, but if those two don’t come in here, it will be our fault.”
“Should we call out to them. I’m going to call out to them. Hello good sirs. Come in quickly. ”