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     Walking in the day market, seeing all those strange and funny stuffs, I did not think of that I would meet the "talking dog" as well. 

     I really didn't think that I would be so lucky. That was such a rare animal. Dogs are likable enough. And it can talk.

 

     I went by the stall several times, and spied carefully of the talking dog. It was very cute.

     Big round black spots on its white skin, there was also one around its left eye. Like all the words came out from its mouth were added delighting exclamation points.

 

     It was such a good opportunity that we won't confront every day. I went on to negotiate with the owner. I hoped he can hold it for me for hours till I figured out what should I trade off with.

 

     I called a meeting at home seriously. I meant, I wanted that dog definitely. So whether my man or my son would be traded for it.


     “I made money for our family”, my man mentioned. If he went for exchanging the talking dog, who would pay the bills? So we looked at our son.

 

     The boy looked at me, and looked at his father, then looked at me again. He stood up finally and said "what should I say?" 

 

     He went to his room wordlessly, then brought a sea turtle out, asked us to talk to it and kiss it good night everyday definitely. We agreed.

 

     Then he took out his homework from his school bag, he forgot to hand out for days. There was also a paper scored poorly under the average level and left uncorrected. His Chinese teacher had asked him to hand out several times. My son hoped that he could throw this paper. Though I was mad about this, I had to agree.

 

     At last, he held his violin and said that he would absolutely take it with him. We thought that he didn't have to. After trading with the talking dog, we don't know the owner will continue to let him go to the violin class or not. And maybe he will be trade for a rhinoceros who can peel oranges, or a snail who know how to turn a somersault. And then, the violin will be burdensome.

 

     Well, no more talking, I had to go trading before the owner leave.

 

     The talking dog came. It really talks a lot to me, and he reminds me for walking him every day. Sometimes he tells me stories. Today, he told me this one, and it is a true story.

 

"Last time, I was at the market. A man liked me at first sight. He traded his wife for me. 

 

     Mrs. Murakami was very beautiful. The owner liked her very much, so he couldn't wait to exchange us.

 

     I and Mr. Murakami were good. When we were walking, I told him the story "The Sunset in the Mirror". He wrote that story and published in the book "The Elephant Factory's Happy End".

 

     Of course I made up that story. I knew that he was tired with me and started to think trading me for a sambhar or other rare animals.He knew that I made up the story. However, I kept him company for more than a while, till he kept the third cat.

 

     In those three cats, there was just one Bingo Cat, others are Loser Cats. The Bingo cat is a Siamese cat who was very elegance. And I fall in love with her.

 

     Siamese cats always talk rationally though people don't understand them at all. Their words are so organized almost like Haikus. Chatting with her was the happiest thing in my life.


     But the love of cats and dogs are cursed. No matter how much I loved her, she didn't get it at all.

     When she used her elegant long tail to round the third cat, who just came to Murakami house that day, I went crazy with hell jealous. I rushed up and bit her. You know, the love was so deep, when it turned to hatred, it would be even deeper.

 

     Mr. Murakami loved that Bingo Cat very much. He took her to the vet nervously. On the way, he threw me back to the market. He locked his eyebrows and wordlessly showed the wound to the owner. He was very sorry. However, Mrs. Marakami was traded for a black bear who can do strip show.

 

     Mr. Murakami had to rush to the vet, he grabbed a pair of jogging shoes and then lightening off. Those are not normal shoes, they are the shoes never stop running.

 

     So after that, Mr. Murakami has to run and write or those shoes will bite him."

 

     After I heard the story, I was tired, and didn't feel very interesting in it. I started to worry about my son. Will he think of me there?

     The talking dag said, "I told you all that truth, nothing but the truth, you will not throw me away like Mr. Murakami did, will you?"

     "Nonsense!", I said. And I was thinking, how about a strip dancing black bear?

 

***

 

To Mr. Murakami Haruki

You inspire me.


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