Ama leaps joyfully. She likes when Miko spends time with her and tells her stories about other, unknown worlds. ‘Grandma is beautiful,’ little girl concludes, taking a glance at Miko whose body language knows no doubts.
“Let’s play with our shadows,” grandma suggests.
“Yes, Miko-san!” Ama can’t resist exploring of the new dimensions. She bursts out laughing, as her shadow seems so amusing to her. It’s like a speck of ink on a world-wide sheet of paper. Moreover, it imitates everything what she does. But can it speak itself?
“Miko-san?” Ama asks.
“Yes?”
“Does shadow sprout out of my feet?” Little girl tries to flick her shadow off her sandals. Unfortunately, in vain. They seem inseparable. After a while, Ama starts to watch Miko dancing with her shadow.
“What are you doing, grandma?” little girl asks, her curiosity lingers.
“I try to encourage my shadow to speak with me,” Miko provides an explanation. “It’s like a wild creature. I need to tame it just a little bit.”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Ama thinks aloud.
“I can do it too.” Her assumption is well-grounded. She tamed a stray kitten one day.
“Miko-san?”
“Yes?”
“Maybe I should tame the shadow of the magical fox, just a little bit,” Ama says. She squats and touches with her hand the intestines of her shadow.
“I think it’s a terrific idea!” Miko squats next to Ama. Her hand follows little girl’s hand.
“Should I dance with him?” Ama seems somewhat confused.
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