In the small hall on the second floor, a person and a cat quietly watched a dog wagging its tail and licking milk.
Crouching on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, she curiously watched Little Grey, her mind full of questions.
The place where the snake bit was near the mouth, the entire dog's head was swollen, so why wasn't the tongue, which is closer to the mouth, swollen?
It's really strange.
And why does Little Grey wag its tail every time it eats?
But Bun doesn't; Bun just focuses on eating, wishing to shove its whole head into the bowl.
Even though both are cute little creatures, why is there such a big difference?
Watching the restless Bun, Candy glared with her small eyes, and Bun obediently sat down again.
The little one snorted and said:
"Bun, you're so big already, and you still want to fight with Little Grey, who's only a month old, for milk. Aren't you ashamed?"
"Brother already said, you're equivalent to a 24-year-old human, just as old as brother."
