2010/11/19 - Ruri
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Ruricocks. He opened his tomolist and clicked on an icon. Pretty soon, he came upon a house.
He rang the bell and, when no one answered, he went upstairs.
There, he saw chairs and ran up to one.
But before he could sit down, something caught his eye.
At the table, there was a piece of rice cake. Ruricocks was hungry. He tasted the piece of rice cake sitting on the table.
"This cake's just right" he thought to himself.
Ruricocks was tired by this time. "I'm going sleep in the bed next!" his intuition exclaimed.
Just then, Ruricocks realized there must be plenty of other homes to explore. He rushed back down, exclaimed "I can't speak English!" and left the room.
He rang the bell and, when no one answered, he went upstairs.
There, he saw chairs and ran up to one.
But before he could sit down, something caught his eye.
At the table, there was a piece of rice cake. Ruricocks was hungry. He tasted the piece of rice cake sitting on the table.
"This cake's just right" he thought to himself.
Ruricocks was tired by this time. "I'm going sleep in the bed next!" his intuition exclaimed.
Just then, Ruricocks realized there must be plenty of other homes to explore. He rushed back down, exclaimed "I can't speak English!" and left the room.
THE END