12 complete carpet slippers hit Mr Bridebroom with accurate
target-practice just as he was lifting his legs into that cab. More
feetware mingled with rice arrive in droves and hit Hon. Carriage with
angry strokes. My Samurai soul stood endwise with alarm. I should
prevent this cruelty.
“O stop!” I holla, roshing forwards. “Why should you attack them young
folks and drive them forth with brutality after what they has went
through? Toss one more rubber boot and I shall rebuke you with my
rages.”
While thusly I spoke one 2nd handed ballroom slipper stroked my hair
and I walk away feeling absent in my brain.
Hoping you are the same
Yours truly
_Hashimura Togo_.