The Animals Are Mocking Me

I love all kinds of Japanese confectionery. I’m sure if I ever fainted, they could revive me with the scent of a Pocky stick.

However, when I am stressed out trying to write in the office, and I am looking for snack solace in my biscuits, the last thing I need is smart-alecky animals.

Animals with words emblazoned on their bodies, with letters conveniently spelling out their very existence.

When I struggle to find the right lead, these animals mock me with their simplicity.

But maybe it is that simple. Maybe all I need is in front of me.

They sure are inside of me.

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