I'm a street writer living in a stuffy rental house in Cavern.
One night in the middle of the night, my dog suddenly spoke:
"It hurts! What are you doing standing still? Pull it out!"
From then on I could understand all animal speech.
Ragdoll cats are cool and complain, hamsters argue over food, rabbits are reasonable, and dogs act coquettishly every day.
They scold me, noisy me, and annoy me,
But when I was lonely, he stayed with me silently.
People think I have pets.
Only I know——
I have a house full of talking family members.
From now on, I am their only one: a big trotter breeder.
