Moko was at Grandma's house.
A fluffy woman who doesn't miss anyone and doesn't let anyone touch it.
I want to touch it. I was bitten the moment I touched it.
I was scared of her. But she is walking with her fluffy hair fluttering.
White hair shimmers in the sunlight.
She looked cool to the end.
If I were a little more adult, I might have been able to talk to Moko.
Moko, what did you feel?