Anticipating a long standoff, he leaned his back against the bed frame and sat on the floor. Then, he spoke.
“I turned the collar into ashes and got rid of it.”
“…”
“Sorry. From now on, I’ll cut it off at my end.”
“…”
“Please, forgive me.”
“…”
“Ai, look at me.”
“…”
“Ai.”
“…”
Tirelessly and without a hint of exhaustion, he kept calling my name.
His voice sounded so tender that my resolve weakened. It must be because, as a fox, my hearing has become more sensitive, making his pleas harder to resist. I tried to stay firm and sulked with all my might.
“I’ll have more meat pies made.”
“…”
Hmph, as if I’d be swayed by something like that.
“Your tail is wagging.”
Argh, seriously!
I turned around and pressed my tail down with my front paws. How embarrassing that my body was wagging it like it had…