Kogarasumafia Picnic: The Third
[Under the not-always-immaculately-kept-but-we-filled-in-those-potholes lawn stretching between the leaves of a huge tree and the side of hill on the far, far outskirts of camp, there are several checkered picnic blankets. Upon each of the blankets, there is a small spread of food in lacquered boxes; octopus-cut sausages, roasted vegetables, cool fruits, rice balls, sticks of grilled chicken and meat brushed with sauce. There's even a few sweets to be found -- cookies, tiny bowls of firm jellies, small pancakes stuck together with sweet bean paste.
And in the middle of each blanket, like a preserved centrepiece, is a carefully arranged dish of various preserved vegetables.
On the nearby bulletin board, on a space somehow unaffected by the bickering graffiti and layers of torn signs and stickers, a small notice reads:
Group Picnic
Aug. 17 @ 5:00PM
To be held in the usual spot.
Please be reminded that violence
of any sort is not permitted.
And putting the final touches on several pitchers of juice and iced green tea, there is a Nobody.]
You needn't argue over them this time. There are more than enough sausages for both of you.
And in the middle of each blanket, like a preserved centrepiece, is a carefully arranged dish of various preserved vegetables.
On the nearby bulletin board, on a space somehow unaffected by the bickering graffiti and layers of torn signs and stickers, a small notice reads:
Group Picnic
Aug. 17 @ 5:00PM
To be held in the usual spot.
Please be reminded that violence
of any sort is not permitted.
And putting the final touches on several pitchers of juice and iced green tea, there is a Nobody.]
You needn't argue over them this time. There are more than enough sausages for both of you.