THE SMELL
"Miaka!" cried Tama Home overwhelmed.
"Yes!" cried Miaka gleefully. She was wearing a red Kimono. From her, came a strong sweet smell of perfume which Tama Home could smell quite distinctly.
"Did you just let out that awful stinking smell?" he asked wrinkling up his nose. "I thought that your stomach wasn't alright from eating that feast!"
Miaka grew red in the face from anger.
"How dare you even think of such a thing?!" Then with vicious sarcasm-
"I can see that you made a very lucky guess! EH?"
"Did I?" asked Tama Home hopefully.
"NO!" screamed Miaka.
"K, K! Shish! But first, let me get out of this awful smelly room." He said.
""You're not going anywhere!" cried Miaka holding his arm.
Tama Home coughed and held his breath.
Miaka glared at him.
Tama Home slowly turned blue in the face and began to choke.
"Breathe Tama Home ! Breathe!" Cried Miaka with sudden fear.
Tama Home died ignoring her.
"Tama Hom-hom-e-e!" sobbed Miaka. Then she got up with a lot of dignity.
"I'm not going to let you go! I will follow you!" Then she stabbed herself with a knife.
Before dying, she groaned-
"I forgot! It was me! But still, there might be chickens in heaven!"