“Who cares?// Whatever happens,/we won’t even get the bones,”/complained the first voice.//
　“But it’s our job to get them in here,”/said the other voice angrily.// “Let’s call them.”// His voice became sweet as he whispered,/“Gentlemen, this way, please!// Everything is ready.// The vegetables are arranged.// Time for you/to lie on the snowy white plates we’ve prepared.”//
　The two men were horrified!// Their faces were pale and felt crumpled like wastepaper.// They cried and cried.//
　The second voice whispered again.// “Don’t be afraid.”// Then it shouted,/“Stop crying,/or you’ll wash off the cream.// Come in now !”//
　Suddenly,/the other voice apologized loudly,/“Coming, sir.// We’ll bring it immediately,”/then said,/“The boss is waiting with his knife and fork,/licking his lips.// And his napkin is tucked in.”//
　This was too much!// Both men wailed even louder.//
　All at once, there was loud barking/and the two white dogs that looked like polar bears/bounded into the room!// The blue eyes looking out from the holes disappeared/as the dogs jumped forward/and crashed through the door.// There was growling, hissing and barking,/then the men heard a cat-like meow.// Suddenly silence followed.//
　The two men found themselves/in tall grass with a cold wind blowing.// Their coats and boots, wallets, cuff links and tie-pins were all over,/hanging from tree branches.// The brick building was gone,/while the two dogs seemed healthy again.//
　“Gentlemen!  Gentlemen!”// It was the voice of their guide shouting behind them.// Finally! They felt safe.//
　Limping back to the city,/the tired men bought some pheasants,/“trophies” from their hunting trip.//
　Back home,/no matter how hard they scrubbed,/the crumpled skin of their faces never felt normal again.//