A starvelling baby on my top is kicking my head: Slapping his buttocks, "No more of that!", I should ought to scold severely so, or I should ought to resign my mind that There is no altenative as he is a baby. I'm thinking chewing a bone of salted salmon;
Soak into my mind and body. I think till when, feeling like to cry cry cry Suddenly, The starvelling baby becomes myself in my dream