Hinoko woke up and rubbed his eyes. He sat up in his be and threw his covers off. Immediately the iciness of the air hit him. He didnt mind much so he continued getting up onto his feet. He walked out his door and started down the stairs when he heard a scream of pain come from the shrine outside. He ran down the stairs and barged out the back door. He saw his dad laying on the ground near the shrine and boxes next to him that he must've dropped. His dad was clutching his right arm. Hinoko ran to his father and dropped to his knees to aid him.
"Father?" said Hinoko looking alarmed, "What happened?"
His father squinted his eyes from the pain.
"Oh nothing," said his father, "its fine, I think i just broke my arm."
Hinoko looked at his dad lying there. He didnt know what to do.
"I'll call the hospital, father," said Hinoko already half way to the house.
"Don't be kidding son," said his father trying to sound strong, but Hinoko continued because he could tell the pain his father was in.
A few minutes later the sirens of the ambulance came wailing down the street. Hinoko climbed into the ambulance with his father. Most of the drive there was a silence as the buildings seemed to rush past them. Then his father started to talk.
"Hinoko, I think I'm going to be down for a while," said his father, "and so I think you should get someone to help you while im recovering, you know at the shrine?"
Hinoko look up at his father who was sitting up on a stretcher.
"You mean I need to look for someone?" asked Hinoko.
His father nodded.
"Well who?" asked Hinoko.
"I'm not sure," answered his father, in deep thought, "mabye you should go around the town and put up posters. I can pay about 3,000 yen an hour."
They sat there in silence, both in deep thought about the shrine work. Hinoko sighted. The ambulance slowed down to a stop in front of the hospital. They both got out the back and Hinoko waited. Finally his father gave him an answer.
"Why dont you go back home and make some posters to put up over town, while I get checked out," said his father refering to his slinged arm.
"Are you sure father?" asked Hinoko, worried.
"Yes Hinoko."
Hinokko sat in the desk chair writing and rewriting "Help wanted for srine work, 3,000 yen and hour" posters. His hand ached from writing when he set down his pen. He collected all of the papers and put them in his bag. He stood up and grabbed his coat and walked out of his house, heading towards the city. As he walked he noticed the clouds overhead started to block out the sun. Coldness swept over the town. He grabbed his coat and swung it over hiself, then he stopped be a pole and took out the papters for his bag so he could start putting them up. As he was just about to staple the first paper, rain started pouring from the sky, soaking the papers and his clothes. Everything slipped from his hands and dropped to the ground.
"Oh great," said Hinoko as the rain started pounding the ground and pouring down his face soaking his hair and clothes underneath his coat, "what the heck do I do now?"
As he bent down to pick up the papers, now soaken, a man with a dark blue jacket, white shorts, and tennis shoes, bent over to help pick up the mess.
"Having a little trouble?" asked the man.
"Uh, yeah," said Hinoko standing up after getting the last up the mess, "Thank you."
The man stood up, and handed the papers to Hinoko. The man stopped mid-way, pulling the papers back to read the contents.
"No problem," asked the man, "So you work at a shrine?"
"Oh my family owns one," answered Hinoko, "My dad was just injured so I'm looking for help."
The man handed the rest of the papers to Hinoko and he stuffed them back into his bag. He finally straightened up and looked at the helpful man.
"Have you found anyone yet?" asked the man.
"No, no luck so far," said Hinoko with disappointment in his voice.
"Well I think you just found one," said the man, smiling as he straightened his baseball cap.
