The Restaurant of Many Orders

　Two young men were hunting in the countryside.// They wore uniforms and held guns.// They had a professional guide/and two large white hunting dogs that looked like polar bears.//
　“We have seen no birds or animals,” said one man.//
　“I want to get a deer,” said the other.// “That would be fun!”//
　They were in the depths of the mountains.// Soon the men couldn’t see their guide.// Then their hunting dogs became sick/and fell to the ground.//
　“Those dogs cost a fortune/— and we haven’t shot anything!”/complained the first man.//
　“It’s getting cold and I’m hungry.// Let’s go home,” grumbled the other.//
　They turned and headed home/leaving the dogs behind.// But the path was confusing/and soon they were lost.//
　“Where are we?” asked the first man.//
　“I have no idea,” answered the second.// “We’re walking around in circles.”//
　Suddenly a strong wind blew.// The tree branches swayed/and an elegant brick building appeared.//
　“Look!” shouted the first man over the wind,/“Maybe we can get something to eat.”//
　At the entrance was a sign.//
RESTAURANT WILDCAT//
　A restaurant in the middle of the forest?// What luck!// They found a glass door in the entrance/with a sign in gold letters.//
PLEASE COME IN.// DO NOT HESITATE.//
　They pushed open the glass door/and discovered a long corridor before them.// They followed it/and found another sign in yellow on a blue door.//
OUR RESTAURANT HAS MANY ORDERS.//
PLEASE BE PATIENT.//
　“Many orders?// This place must be popular!” the first man said.// The second man replied,/“Imagine finding such a wonderful restaurant!”//
　They strolled to the end of the entrance hall/and found another door.// Next to this door,/there was a mirror and a long-handled brush.// On the door was a sign in crimson letters.// PLEASE CLEAN YOUR BOOTS/
AND COMB YOUR HAIR.//
　“Clean our boots?// Comb our hair?”/complained the second man.//