Jo Land 6Make People Grow Grass

"Does this thing deserve to be called a rainbow catcher?" On the cone-shaped ice floe, a giraffe is gnawing on a rainbow, and milking it produces rainbow candies, which fall into the iron bucket underneath. "Why can't it be done? Do you have any objections?" Two men with Araki-like faces were lying on their own recliners. The black man on the right held an iron bucket to receive the "skittles" produced by his stand-in. "I've been grinding the prism for most of the day, and that's it? We don't need the hunger metal but we carry this thing. How can we fight with the opponent now?" The yellow male on the left is holding an ice prism, and the rainbow formed by the dispersed light is solidified around the giraffe. "You guys try a few more words? Believe it or not, I will raise all your ashes later." At the end of the ice floe, the grumpy old man, whose whole body was entangled and wrapped by the "deep sea siphonophores" that emitted a reddish light, kept repeating virtual pinching movements towards the water surface. Between the opening and closing of the fingertips, in the air... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.