Flying LlamaFish
Haruki stared in disbelief. There I was. A newborn baby wrapped in a red blanket left at the steps of the most prestigious Sumo Haya in all of Japan. As I gazed at Haruki’s face, my tears subsided. I could tell that he was as bewildered as I was. We stared at each other for several minutes until he finally took me in his arms and brought me inside.
Haruki’s first instinct was to inform the other sumo wrestlers of my presence, but they had all entered their golden slumbers several hours prior. He was perplexed to say the least. He wondered why in the world a baby would be left at a sumo training facility. He spent the next several hours in the food hall deciding what to do with me.
As mid-morning approached, the sumos started to trickle in to the food hall. They were greeted with the strangest of sights. There lay Haruki and a most strange looking baby...
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