When I was young, I kept a dwarf.

Stuffed in a glass bottle, tightly stoppered,

so that the dwarf could not escape.

It was a secret to both my parents and my brothers.

There were no friends to confess.

I fed sugar water and fruit juice to the dwarf

so as not to starve and die.

Always looking forward to the night.

Dive into a futon holding a bottle with a dwarf and a flashlight.

Make a soft cave with a comforter.

Turn on the flashlight and pull out the bottle.

Joyfully the dwarf will come out.

As my fingers chase, it runs away.

As my fingers run away, it chases.

It makes a funny fall.

It laughs and starts to cry.

I wanted to hear a cry, I also had bullied a dwarf.

But, one night I fell asleep while playing with the dwarf.

The next morning, the glass bottle was empty,

there were no dwarfs anywhere.

At last the dwarf ran away.

There was a stain on the sheets of the futon.

When I sniffed, there was a strange smell.

that's it.

I have not seen a dwarf from that.