"He even turned the tables on that kid."
The young man sounded a little excited.
"Turned the tables?"
The young man in the baseball cap murmured.
"Yeah."
The young man nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"How could a child match an adult's strength?"
"Unless that guy was going easy on him, how could the kid have taken the inflatable mallet back from him?"
"They tugged at it for a while."
"The guy deliberately let go."
"The kid stumbled backward."
"But the guy had planned it out."
"The kid's mom caught him."
"Oh~"
The young man in the baseball cap nodded.
"Why did he hit the cat?"
He took a quiet, deep breath.
He thought of his own cat, who had been hit for no reason.
He had thought the kid had acted on a whim.
That it had been an accident.
But now...
Was that kid a "repeat offender"?
"I don't know."
The young man looked just as puzzled.
"At first, the kid's mom thought he was using the inflatable mallet to hit that guy. Then the kid said he'd been hitting the kitten."
"Not the guy."
"The kid's mom asked him why he'd hit the kitten."
"Of course, hitting a kitten was wrong, too."
"But the kid didn't say anything."
"His mom didn't press him."
He felt a little disappointed.
He was quite curious why the kid would hit a kitten out of the blue.
"She just made him apologize."
"...Maybe the kid just couldn't keep his hands to himself," the young man guessed.
"He had an inflatable mallet in his hands, so he wanted to whack everything he saw."
"He saw the kitten and wanted to whack it, too."
There might not have been any special reason.
What reason