jaremaga

On Sunday, the weather was beautiful. I took a walk along the riverside, watching people having picnics under the cherry trees. Half of the blossoms had already fallen off. Young girls were busy talking, and the fathers were taking naps. Boys were playing soccer, and young men and women were jogging along the road. On my way home, I saw a vegetable stand with a cat in a small house. The cat seemed weak and had trouble with its eyes. A woman looked at the cat and said, “That is the keeper of the stand.” It made the cat sound very important. We laughed, and then we left the stand. (110 words)