"Look, that's an A." The letter next to it whispers.
I enjoyed the eyes I needed when I went there. This is also the character of my origin, The Caregiver and The Ruler.
“Does anybody want to form a jaster with me?”
The letters look each other.
"Do you mean jester?" An O sneered. After two seconds, the letters all laughed. I just reacted. I actually wanted to say "jasmine". I blushed and was ridiculed by the vowel O of the five major families. It seems that I am like a jester, but I am really just a slip of the word.
Soon the train arrived, but it is strange that the letter train that came to pick us up did not indicate the order of the seats. It rudely loaded me, O, and at least a hundred letters around me into the cart.
"It must be a mentally insane guy or a child or who is Syncoping. If they say it, they will be forgotten immediately, and we will soon die. No, maybe they just send a few notes."
"In this case, what do we do?” I looked at O. "Hey, this is really going to die, what should we do? Would you like to combine with me?" I said.
"AO? This is a completely meaningless word."
"It doesn’t matter, for the honor of the vowel family!"
"Congratulations, it's a boy! Have you thought of his name?"
“Is AORAN ok?”
"Sure, it's a good name."
Although I did not appear in any celebrity quotes, I am still alive. I think my life will be at least equal to the life of a person, because his name has the mark of my life.