tmas

    by MURAKAMI haruki

    translated by Cophor Allison

    o compose some music for Cmas. tor, ake tion, sed profusely under ts. As long as summer lasted, te miserable, because  a poor s afford an air conditioner. As tered softly in the breeze.

    “e, tor, unloosening tener at o alloo blo one salent, to compose music in  ron, t. tmas Day. this year, happily, you have been chosen.”

    “Ohe Sheep Man.

    “t being ticularly splendid music, befitting to t,” he concluded.

    “I see, I see,” said tching his ears.

    “Cmas is still four and a  to  mucime, I can certainly compose some magnificent sheep music.”

    “I’ll be o do it. You can count on me,”  sainly do my best to e excellent sheep music.

    September passed, and tober and November, but t been able to begin ted by t stle time to devote to tion. Moreover, wo play eps and pound on his door.

    “Cut t racket out! I can barely elevision.”

    “I’m terribly sorry. But since I o mas, migo bear tle whe Sheep Man said meekly.

    “ a idiotic to say,” erupted t like it, you can just leave rig because   you can make a laugock out of us. If too bad.”

    t tmas  four s o e a single bar of t play the piano.

    One day, tting in ting donuts urbed countenance, w’s wrong, my dear She Sheep Professor enquired.

    “I’m not feeling very mas is coming, somet is to say, Cmas is part of tory to the Sheep Professor.

    “roking ’s think I can help you.”

    “Really?” tical