One morning, having gotten up a little earlier than usual, I walked into the entryway with a yawn and found the lounge lights somehow still on.
At this hour, it was rare to hear the television, so I wandered over and peeked inside, only to find Zepp sprawled face-down on the tatami like a bear.
"Watching the news?"
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"Yeah. I paid for it but hardly ever watched it, so it feels like a waste. Oh, and it looks like today and tomorrow will both be typhoon weather."
Taking a closer look at the television, I saw that southern Hokkaido had been dyed a dense blanket of red.
"A typhoon."
With the typhoon drawing near, the farm had suspended nighttime grazing for the next two days.
Although summer days had become especially scorching in recent years, nighttime grazing was undoubtedly more comfortable for both the little ones and their mothers. This time, however, nighttime grazing had been suspended for safety's sake.
The price was shorter grazing hours, and everyone at the farm became even busier than usual.
Today, for example.
It was Viserys's weaning day, even earlier than the usual weaning season.
In the stable, he loved having Mr. Cat lie on his back and loved acting spoiled around the staff. Though his smaller build sometimes got him pinned beneath girls his own age out in the pasture, Viserys would usually struggle back to his feet with an unwilling-to-lose look on his face.
All right, I can fill my belly on grass alone from now on. Last night, he had raised his head as though declaring exactly that and refused to drink any more milk.
There had been similar scenes over the past few months, but Viserys's attitude this time was firmer than ever.
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