After seeing the street arts, including the slaughterhouse, I hiccup an outdoor shop selling trinkets and other things.

I headed to Central Square early last year to pick up a place, but this year I am getting tickets straight from Lady Frey.

So you just have to make it to show time, so you don't have to hurry.

As a result, I can relax and look around the store.

"Ah! There! I'm selling that store, the animal!

A stubborn sister pointed to the corner of the dewstore.

Wood carving finesses are listed there.

Some accessories are close to accessories, but the main thing seems to be carved animals.

Nothing too big, it looks roughly the size of a cigarette box.

"Heh heh. So, shall we take a look?

That's what my mother says.

This guy would love to have a child interested in something.

I guess I'm glad Fee sees all sorts of things.

"... Wow, you're adorable"

Sisty raised her voice like that.

Wooden sculptures sold cannot be regarded as celebrity in flattery.

It's a little skewed in shape, and it's a lot of detail.

But the characteristics of all kinds of animals are well grasped, and most importantly, the deformation is superior, and it has a 'hectare' flavour.

It's a different part of the technique, with strange gravitational pull.

"Welcome, sweet customers. I did my best to carve it, so I'm glad you bought it."

Apparently the product was made immediately by the store owner's uncle.

Well, at the festival's outhouse, don't you sell a lot of purchases?

The price is conscientious.

Or apart from the main job, maybe these are made out of hobbies.

"Yes! Animals! Animals, they're adorable! Phew, I like animals!

Fee looked at the item and shrugged,

"Miu...... But I'm not selling pigs..."

I don't have a pig I love, and I'm a little shombolished.

The shopkeeper who saw it is amazed.

"Yeah...? A pig? A pig is something to eat, right? I haven't made any..."

On the merchandise table are horses, birds and bears, plus dogs and cats.

Something familiar as a pet or easy to display seems to be the main thing.

On the contrary, as the word goes, 'eating' is the main bull or pig's. That's not carved in.

I peek into the product.

"Heh. Is the lumber shinanoki? Easy to process, isn't it? Classic."

"Huh? Huh? Are you a woodworker or something? I can't believe you care about the material all of a sudden. Normally, we would pay attention to the animals of the motif."

"No, it's not like that..."

I really care about the materials and tools in front of Gado, who is learning woodworking.

My master makes me use all sorts of materials and tools.

"I don't know what to say, but Dwarves are a lot of bigots. Some guys decide to carve fleas even though they prefer lumber that is difficult to process on purpose or they should use tools separately. Production and creativity should be free and good, but you're imposing restraints and restrictions on yourself. I'll use whatever tools I want, and the materials will pick the best ones at that time. But, well, I don't hate that kind of bigotry. So, Al, you're on your own. There are many parts of a technical job like this that are integral to a hobby. If you don't enjoy it, it doesn't make sense, does it?

He used to say that to me.

But the purpose of woodworking in my case is to 'put jobs in my hands' - if it's a straightforward expression, it's a means of making money and a technique as an option, so I think it's more convenient to use a variety of things, so I'm letting you learn it extensively.

I know it's impure, but it's a priority to know what's going on with your life and your future.

The old man who opened the store eventually put the pre-processing cinanoki on the table.

"Lady, you want a pig, don't you? What, I'm gonna carve it here right now?

"Really?

"Really. So if you like it, I'm glad you bought it."

Grandma gets crunchy machined with a cutting knife.

You're used to it with all the mess.

This guy's probably the type who's making it because he likes it.

"I'm putting this kind of lumber, like your daughter, to accommodate an order to see if there's any array. But I only make what I've seen with these eyes. I know there's a demand for dragons, but my uncle never saw them."

This guy is this guy, looks like he's in custody.

The square shinanoki quickly turns its shape into a pig.

"Look, I got it, Mr. Pig."

"Miuuuu..."

But Fee's tense is low.

Grandma is tilting her neck.

(Yeah...... This is a pig. A pig is a pig)

Quite simply, it's not very cute.

I'm a proper pig, that's all.

I guess that's where I didn't touch your sister's harp line.

(You're right, I guess I don't usually carve pigs. Compared to other products on the table, the deformation is also not advantageous)

But you can't blame grandma for this.

You're an honest person who responded to a customer's order.

"Uncle, let me buy that pig."

"Oh, is that true? I'm glad. Every time. No."

"Well, now"

I'll pay for it. A little more.

"Hmm? So much? This is too much."

"Oh, it's good. I'd like to ask you a favor instead."

"Yeah? What's that?

After seeing the outdoor shop, we took a short break on the bench.

Because only children and women are members.

It is the policy to rest in the resting square before you get tired of walking.

I don't know whose instructions, but I think it's plain awesome to have these things installed everywhere.

At the medieval level, I don't feel like building a vacant lot and packing up a store.

They also mean simple shelters and fire shelters.

But Sisty and I are the only ones who actually focus on resting.

The other Ments have no trouble buying and eating.

He keeps eating meat and confectionery with meat and confectionery in his hands.

(I would have eaten it scattered earlier......)

Women, you eat a lot......

Of course, I don't do mane like putting it in my mouth and pointing that out.

I still have my life to spare.

The women of the Crane Putt family and the Brev boy, who are smiling and puckering.

Seeing you like that, Sisty is smiling.

"Everyone seems to enjoy themselves."

She also likes to take care of nursery children.

Maybe this girl essentially likes' The Smile of Others'.

"So, Mr. Alto. What are you going to do with that nanoki?

Hatko peeks in as she lifts her hair hanging from her ear.

That's what I bought at that dewstore at the same time as the pig sculpture.

Rectangular lumber.

It was prepared by the store owner's grandmother for improvisation and additionality, before carving.

"No, what is it? Because Phee wanted Mr. Pig. I thought I'd carve it for you."

"-! Mr. Alto, can you do that too?

"It's amateur work. It's a degraded version of my grandmother earlier."

"But you mean you can do woodworking as well as your brother's ten hands and my accessory creation, right?

"Like I said, it's just a little bit. I wonder if I'll have trouble being expected. - It's dangerous, just stay away from me, okay?

With the sword Gado gave me for my birthday, I'm going to carve in a cinanoki.

"Ha, you carve it with a dagger...!? Yet it's so smooth...! More like a good... than a store person?

"It's my fault, it's my fault"

Cutting crumbs are the magic of the wind and are collected in one place.

If you compress it at the same time and keep it beefy, you can easily throw it away.

"Ki, you're clever..."

What did you say to that?

I can't think deeply because I concentrate on wooden carvings.

"Okay, done!

"Wow! It's adorable......!

Hand ride-sized pig complete.

Put in a mosquito extraction incense. It's like that, don't put it in. It's designed.

This kind of shaping makes Fee happier.

"I still have the rest of the cinanoki, but does Sisty want anything? Carve as far as you can."

"Yes, is that good...? They even bought small items, even wooden carvings..."

"Haha...... If you don't use it, you will lose the shinanoki you gave me. I hope you don't hesitate."

"Well, then, um..."

Sisty tells me, with all due respect.

"Dolphins...... I want Mr. Dolphin......"

That's what she said.

Speaking of which, the brooch I gave her last year was a dolphin.

He was probably happy then, but is he also thoughtful of some dolphin?

Or are you just liking it, like Phee's Pig or Pooh's Ooh Mi Glass?

"Dolphins. Copy that. I'll carve it in a minute."

It doesn't matter which way it is.

Finish crisp.

She was more serious than when she was carving pig wood, eyes with heat, staring at this one's work.