To the silent Red

   There was one old shabby village. There was a small intersection of three streets. And there was one old man who sold the carp waffles. He was the great owner of that small covered carriage and the respected father of a dwarf. He worked hard during all day from sun rise to sunset. When I first saw the wagon, that was opened naturally. And there was one dwarf who was his son. Because the seller was very old, his son was also a little old, but he spoke like a child as his small body looked like a child.

    The old boy  : Papa, aren't you cold? Today is very cold.
                        (by using child's voice tone)
    The old Papa : No, I'm not cold. Don't worry. I'm close to this
                         brazier all the day. So, I've no matter.

    They looked so happy. The very old man shall raise the little old boy. Though they lived hard, they looked very happy. So I helped them by buying their products sometimes. Sure, it was very cheap, just a buck for 6.

    One day, another wagon came to the place across the street. And on their cover, there was a big announcement. (I saw it one morning before they opened)

    The carp waffle : 6 for a buck
    The chinese stuffed pancake : 2 for a buck

    When I saw the words first, I felt negatively. It had appeared as if the new wagon wanted to start a war with the old carp waffle seller, after making preparations with the new strategy(the same cost and one more manu). So I was sure that the owner looked like a fox. And I worried it would destroy the old man and dwarf's happiness

    After that day, I couldn't see the new covered carriage's owner during some of the day. It's because of my time schedule. I went to my work place early in the morning, and came back late at night. So, I only saw the diligent old man every night, not the new one. And that made me hate the new one more.

    It was One Saturday afternoon. I was taking a walk with my dog. Then, I passed by the intersection of three streets. I could see the owners of the new wagon. Yes, they were 'owners', not just 'owner'. At the moment, I felt sorry about what I thought before. There are three women. I seemed their group composed of a grandmother, a mother, and a little girl. They all looked purely. Maybe because they were women, they couldn't work until late night. Feeling sadness, I shouted in my mind.

     'What made these weak women come out and sell their waffles?'

    After some day, the new's announcement changed from '6' to '5 for a buck' for the carp waffles. And the pure and attractive mother changed more charmingly by being heavily powdered. She smiled more and more. Maybe they chose the coexistence with the olds by themselves. So they sold their product more expensively, but with beauty and short service time. So they could coexist without beating each other. These days, I buy the carp waffles many times. It's for me and for them, not just the old's but even the new's.