"Little seven, what is that?" on the fifth day of the first year, he shrank his neck and asked in horror. Just now, the speed of that thing was so fast that he saw only a black shadow.

"a wild cat" I stood at the edge of the fish pond and stared at the water, frowning, with a thoughtful expression on my face.

"wild cat, are you kidding me? Isn't the cat afraid of water? How does it jump to the bottom?" the fifth day of the fifth day called out. We all know that cats are afraid of water.

"I said it was a cat, you said it wasn't....