Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)
Cryptic Story
My papa is a very kind man. He takes good care of me. He is very good at cooking. He is always complimenting by saying things like cute and such.
I love him very much. However, sometimes when he looks at me, he makes a sad face and says "too thin." I get sad.
On the other side of the door, a lot of monsters live. I refrain from going there. I listen to music every day and stare at the dolls my papa makes.
My papa is a doll-maker. He has a cold box that has a lot of dolls inside it.
One, two, three, four, five,... six dolls I lined up.
Their faces a little bigger than mine, the hair a little longer.
My dad's favorite doll is the one with long black hair and a white face.
He yells "Nakajima-san" when he takes her out of the cold box.
I don't like Nakajima-san, however. My favorite doll is the one with brown hair and small eyes.
I get strange feeling whenever I look at her. My papa said I resemble that doll. Maybe, that's why I like her.
Papa loves Nakajima-san, so I threw her on the other side of the door, at the monsters. She was soon boiled by them.
Now, papa has no choice but to love me.
After throwing Nakajima-san, I could hear creepy voices from the other side. There are really a lot of monsters on the other side.
Papa won't be mad at me. I'm sure he'll still say cute to me.
What would I get for today's dinner? I hope it's some tasty meat.
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