Ryou was in the middle of doing his weekly chores, when he decided it was much too quiet in his house.
"One two, buckle my shoe!" he said aloud.
"Buckle your own shoe!" ~ a voice shouted back.
Ryou froze.
"Who said that?" he asked turning and looking around himself with wide eyes.
"I did. What are you doing with those silly buckles on your shoes anyway?" ~ the voice asked.
Ryou, deciding to ignore the voice, continued and went back to his chore.
"Three, four, shut the door."
"You shut it – you opened it! ~ the voice sounded slightly disgruntled.
Ryou sweat dropped.
"Er… five, six, pick up sticks."
~ "Why should I pick them up – Do you think I'm your slave?! Buckle my shoe, shut the door, pick up sticks, next thing you'll be telling me to lay them straight!" ~ the voice all but ranted.
"But it's only a poem!" Ryou, foregoing his 'ignoring the voice' plan, responded to said voice.
The voice was silent.
"Nine, Ten, a big fat… oh, never mind."
The End