I thought demons or legends and myths like that. But that's not a strange thing, sometimes I feel the walls of our room need a little repair. Or a roof that leaks every time it rains.
“Lizard? Hey, hey are girls increasing their pet preferences now?”
“Eh? Women keeping snakes are not strange either!” Rita replied.
Becky just nodded casually.
“Well, Mark! The question is are you going to report to Caulburn or any other teacher?" She ruffled my hair.
"I do not know, I consider if you stop holding my hair," I added. "By the way, isn't it poisonous?"
"As long as it doesn't bite, you're fine!" Gertrude nodded with certainty.
I sighed and surrendered to them. It doesn't bother me or anything anyway. Even that was nothing compared to someone in their sloppy 60s.
I heard hurried footsteps. There was also the sound of several piles collapsing.
"Kid, move forward!"
I put up the horses. The three of them are also in a guard position. Some crickets run away. Me and the two of them looked fine, while Beckey was just a rookie. She even caught one just had trouble.
We put it in the new container that Mr. Juan prepared just now.
“Ahahahaha! You guys are quite the interesting generation, huh?”
"Oh come on! At least you have an employee or two to help you!" I said disappointedly.
He snorted, “That doesn't save me money at all! It's not like I have that many customers after all!”
This is where I buy bait for fishing. Mr. Juan is also an honest person and always respects anyone. He even appreciates buyers like us. At least Gertrude and Rita were his regular customers. Sometimes he gives us free.
But every time I visit this place, this old man always involves me catching runaway crickets. That's just I don't come here often. The problem is what about the two of them?’
I took my money out.
"As usual, bait worm two packs."
"Wait a moment." Mr. Juan took my money and immediately got something in the back shop.
The shop is still as usual. Various kinds of animal feed, from those that are usually kept to the unexpected. Several times I saw what Gertrude and Rita saw, the python which they said was non-venomous and safe to keep. I think it's still disgusting. My favorite thing here is the small Brazilian tortoise. Would love to keep one, but not for ten pounds a couple.
As for Beckey, she is trying to get used to holding living objects that will become her pet food later. Something cheaper than packaged feed, like caterpillars. Even though I know she doesn't have much money.
"So what about your finances later? Are you ready for the food?" I asked.
She sighed and refused, put on a stupid smile with makes me irritated.
"Because that's not going to happen," she added. “That's why I bought a trap! Ha ha ha!"
“Huh? What does it mean?"
I still don't understand this girl. In contrast to Verdamant, who still understands the things that girls do in general, Beckey is a tomboyish and somewhat random girl with brown side ponytails. She doesn't even know how to cook or couldn’t tasting bad food. For her, the important things are she can eat, stay and enjoy her life as much. From many wise perspectives, she is a grateful girl. Or from my point of view, she’s just dumb.
Well, there are some things I'm too lazy to admit. In addition to her rather attractive face, she has a body that has the potential to join a magazine model. After all, it's more important appearance than the contents of the head.
"Well, rats are also liked by monitor lizards!" Rita replied.
Hearing that I felt even more horrified. The logic makes sense, but when you think about it, it's disgusting. But not impossible. For our place it is not surprising that at night they like to run around and in flocks, especially small rats.
"Yeah, that sounds reasonable. But that takes skill, right?”
Gertrude and Rita looked at each other. Then they put on weird faces. While from Beckey's face just a dumb smile.
"Sometimes we ask Beckey to help find centipedes, right, Rita?"
“Uh-huh. Ah, rats too. The big one!" the short-haired girl nodded confidently.
While Beckey was still smiling and nodding. I bet, she just didn’t understand. Seeing her just pissed me off a little. I understand she's a little up because of the statement above for proving that she's not just a novice at this. But that doesn't make her disappear from being called a random girl.
"Well, well, Mark?" her hands hit my back. Surprisingly, her non-serious little hit bit hurt and almost made me cough. I didn't know she had this much power, even as a joke.
“Yes, yes, Beckey, I admit it! But stop your nosy hands!” I pleaded with a sulking.
"Rats? Chameleons like rats?” I asked in surprise. I'm trying to guess which animal Beckey keeps.
They tell everything. Beckey began to meddle with the contents of Rita and Gertrude's brains. Not a Chameleon, but since when did Beckey like monitor lizards? Is her brain twisted that far? I mean, the food is quite troublesome!
“Ah, you guys put it in the back sewer?”
“Uh-huh. It's too big. Don't tell anyone, please!"
Honestly, does people each day turn to be weirdo? I sighed.
"Well, just hearing about it makes me tired. Why should I bother adding to the burden?”
They look relieved. While Mr. Juan gave me the things I bought. I begin check the quality.
"Are you sure it's for the best, Mr. Juan?" My eyes glanced suspiciously at the two plastic bags that I lifted together.
"Your mouth is not as good as you look, is it Mark?" he added with a sigh. "You rarely buy it, suddenly want a good one. Of course I choose the living ones, otherwise the worms are definitely carrion, right?"
I smiled broadly. Actually I'm a little happy to tease him. Sometimes Asians are more attractive to be teased on.
"Hey, Mark, where do you want to go fishing?"
"Why? You want to come, Beckey?”
Oh not this route again, I thought. It is almost similar to Verdamant. In my dictionary, solitude is absolute serenity. This time, it is not like before when I'm looking for serenity despite the fact that fishing is relaxing. Well, actually I was planning on asking someone. Adding one doesn't seem to matter. But I have to rack my brains on that one.
I looked at Beckey for a moment, no chance. I mean, refusing it would only drain my energy.
“Whatever,” I said, “you guys want to join, Gertrude? Rita?"
They turned to each other. God, they are like twin girls. At least your hair differs only in length though textually I don't think so.
"Where are you fishing?"
“Eh? On the Derwent River."
"You want to make a fortune, brat?" said Mr. John suddenly.
I nodded.
"Well, salmon, summer and the Derwent River. Aren't all of these related?" I added. "I'm looking for extra money and peace, you know?"
“You naughty boy! I like your idea!” he muttered to himself. I know what Mr. Juan imagine. His head is controlled by money, to find other money. The problem was that leaving his own shop meant ignoring all the other money. So maybe, sooner or later he will tell me something.
“It will definitely be a good experience. But we have another agenda. The plan is to find insects for feed stock. Summer is also a golden opportunity for us. Isn't that right, Gertrude?"
“Uh-huh. Sorry next time, maybe?”
I nod in understanding. Meanwhile, when I asked Becky if there were no additional lessons, she broke out into a bit of cold sweat. But I was relieved when she shook her head.
“I'm pretty lucky! I followed your advice a bit, my brain responded quite well!” Beckey replied happily.
"Very nice,"
The man snorted the umpteenth time. That stopped me from leaving the place.
"What else? Why don't you look happy?"
“Summer… aawrrgg! Itu destined to destroyed my business! They will choose to look in nature instead of buying at this old fashioned old man's shop!” he whined.
I don't understand why he has such short thoughts. Even if I think about it, it can be used for business direction. Or he can already take a few days off for vacation too.
"I don't see any problem. So, what if you are also looking for insects with them? It's also suitable for holidays. Am i right?"
"Ah never mind! You just shut up naughty child!" he added muttering again. “… Let's just say that it was 20 years ago….”
"20 years huh... too long...," Becky replied. Gertrude and Rita nodded in agreement.
"I don't think it makes any difference."
“Mark, shut up your mouth!” said Mr. Juan was a little annoyed.
He continued muttering again this time more confidently.
"At that time many of Widehope's students were interested in things like this. I even sold an owl once! But now it's too expensive and no one is interested! Uhuhuhuhu!”
I think it's too much. Or maybe this time the era have been different. After all for a shop like Mr. Juan runs quite normally when faced with drastic fluctuations like this.
“In the past, Madame Garnache used to buy up these caterpillars and crickets…,”
Unfortunately, no one wants to hear her sad story, apart from his two eternal customers, Rita and Gertrude. In fact, I'm not sure they even want to hear it unless they have to? Because, they are still there too. Oh! I forgot about Beckey, the random girl. So, there were three.
"See you soon, Beckey, Gertrude and Rita!" I interrupted.
Meanwhile it was getting late, and I also didn't want to pay any attention to Mr. Juan, I immediately left that place. This person's mood easily goes up and down and even likes to digress. After all, there are other ears that still want to hear his ramblings. So I'm not too sorry.
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