Wanderings of the Bitter Child ~ Mr. Shinmei "Pierce and Read Aloud for You"

Back in the shed, another unexpected thing was waiting for us. In our absence, the fire was already lit, and the light of the fire illuminated the darkest corners of the house. The beauty of the heart is gone. Its clothes were still in front of the fire, but flattened, and the monkey was not underneath. I call it, and Vidali calls it, but I don't see it. Vidali told me that when he woke up, he still felt that the monkey was by his side, and that it was only after we went out that the monkey disappeared. We grabbed a burning branch and headed outside. We bent down and shone torches on the snow, looking for the footprints of beauty in our hearts. No traces were found. Yes, a few dogs walked by, and we walked by, and the footprints were messed up. However, it is not to the point of not recognizing the footprints of monkeys. That is to say it did not go out. We went back to the shack to see if it was curled up in which bundle of firewood. We searched for a long time, in the same place, in the same corner, all a dozen times. I stepped on Vidali's shoulder and searched among the branches of the roof, but all in vain. We stopped from time to time to call for it, but there was no echo, no echo ever. Vidali seemed annoyed, I was different, and my heart was in pain.