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Ryou was in the middle of doing his weekly chores, when he decided it was much too quiet in his house.
“One two, buckle my shoe!” he said aloud.
~ “Buckle your own shoe!” ~ a voice shouted back.
Ryou froze.
“Who said that?” he asked turning and looking around himself with wide eyes.
~ “I did. What are you doing with those silly buckles on your shoes anyway?” ~ the voice asked.
Ryou, deciding to ignore the voice, continued and went back to his chore.
“Three, four, shut the door.”
~ “You shut it – you opened it! ~ the voice sounded slightly disgruntled.
Ryou sweat dropped.
“Er… five, six, pick up sticks.”
~ “Why should I pick them up – Do you think I’m your slave?! Buckle my shoe, shut the door, pick up sticks, next thing you’ll be telling me to lay them straight!” ~ the voice all but ranted.
“But it’s only a poem!” Ryou, foregoing his ‘ignoring the voice’ plan, responded to said voice.
The voice was silent.
“Nine, Ten, a big fat… oh, never mind.”
The End