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[#ShirokumaLiteratureClub] Is she an angel?

Whose are the moon's ears?

“Yes! They’re my ears!”
The rabbit moves its ears with a hop and puffs out its chest.

“Wait, wait! They’re my ears!”
roars the lion.

“I wonder. I think they’re my ears,”
the donkey mutters, asserting its claim.

“You’re mistaking my claws for ears,”
the crab interrupts, lifting its magnificent claws.

“They aren’t very noticeable, but I have ears too, you know,”
says the crocodile, rolling its bulging eyes.

The lunar surface is in an uproar over whose ears they are. Someone, please stop this commotion. The moon let out a scream.

Having read this far, I gently peek at Mitsuki’s face.

Mitsuki has her full-moon-like eyes wide open, looking at me. Is she not going to sleep yet? My own eyelids are on the verge of sticking together.

I’m starting to get a little irritated, but it’s my turn to put her to sleep tonight. If I give up now, who knows what I’ll hear about it later.

Anyway, I’ll finish reading to the end, and if she still won’t sleep...

“Daddy. I don’t think they belong to anyone.”
“Huh?”
“Because they’re the moon’s ears, right?”

Saying this, Mitsuki points down with her small finger,

The rabbit’s ears are the rabbit’s
The lion’s ears are the lion’s
The donkey’s ears are the donkey’s
The crab’s ears are the crab’s
The crocodile’s ears are the crocodile’s

“And the moon’s ears are the mooooon’s!”

She says, looking at me and smiling brightly.

...Is she an angel?...

“That’s right. You’re exactly right, Mitsuki. Well then...
shall we read the rest?”

Overcome with emotion, I reopen the picture book.

ZZZ...

“Huh?”

She was asleep.

...Is she an angel?... I whisper as I slip out of bed.

Seeing my face as I returned to the living room, my wife looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"What are you grinning about?"

she asked.

"I'm going to read to you every night from now on."

My wife raised both hands in joy, saying, "Lucky!"

She doesn't know that I'm the lucky one.

Has this become a habit? It's past 11 PM on Saturday, and I've finally come up with an idea. Shirokuma Literature Club, I enjoyed it this time as well.