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Ge-ge-ge no nyobou 6/18
Jun. 18th, 2010 10:34 pma.k.a. cold winds sometimes bring colds
Fumie was washing daikon, the large long white radish that is popular in Japan. She rubbed the daikon with a rough scrubber in cold water, then tied the leaves together and hung pairs of daikon on the bamboo poles that she used for washing. Shigeru came out of the house as she sneezed. "Are you all right? Maybe you shouldn't hang daikon when it's cold like this." Fumie rubbed her nose, and said, "No, I'm fine. They say that a cold wind makes daikon sweet, so this is good for the daikon."
( ghosts in strange places )
A thud behind him made Shigeru turn. Then he jumped to his feet, and rushed over. Fumie was on her knees beside the table. "What's wrong?" Fumie mumbled, "My stomach... I don't feel too good." He put the back of his hand on her forehead for a moment. "You've got a fever!" Fumie put her head down on her hands on the table.
<to be continued>
Fumie was washing daikon, the large long white radish that is popular in Japan. She rubbed the daikon with a rough scrubber in cold water, then tied the leaves together and hung pairs of daikon on the bamboo poles that she used for washing. Shigeru came out of the house as she sneezed. "Are you all right? Maybe you shouldn't hang daikon when it's cold like this." Fumie rubbed her nose, and said, "No, I'm fine. They say that a cold wind makes daikon sweet, so this is good for the daikon."
( ghosts in strange places )
A thud behind him made Shigeru turn. Then he jumped to his feet, and rushed over. Fumie was on her knees beside the table. "What's wrong?" Fumie mumbled, "My stomach... I don't feel too good." He put the back of his hand on her forehead for a moment. "You've got a fever!" Fumie put her head down on her hands on the table.
<to be continued>
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