The Night the Fox Came to Camp

The Night the Fox Came to Camp

Level 5

Kai and her father camped beside a quiet stream in Hokkaido. Their small tent stood among tall pine trees, and the soft ground smelled of earth and moss. That night, Dad was busy near the car, talking about how nice the onsen would be after a chilly evening. Kai sat inside the tent, feeling safe and calm. The wind made the tent flap sway gently back and forth.

Most kids at the campsite were running around, searching for frogs and beetles, but Kai was not interested in bugs. She had camped many times before and loved listening to the night sounds instead.

Kai peeked out through the tent flap. The trees outside were very still and dark, and tiny stars shone above the hills. She listened to the stream and to the chirping crickets. Suddenly, something moved behind a tree.

A soft, long tail flicked once. Kai watched closely.

It was a fox.

The fox had bright orange fur and shiny eyes that glowed in the darkness. Slowly, it stepped closer to the tent. The fox was very quiet. Kai was quiet too. Both stayed perfectly still, as if holding their breath.

The foxโ€™s ears twitched, and its bushy tail swished again. Kai watched as the fox sniffed the cool air, trying to catch a scent on the breeze. She saw its paws press softly into the dirt, leaving small prints behind.

The fox and Kai stared at each other, neither moving. Kaiโ€™s heart beat quickly, but she did not yell or make a sound. She hoped the fox would not run away.

The fox sat down next to the tent flap, its golden eyes shining. For a moment, Kai wondered what it was thinking. She blinked. The fox blinked too.

Kai thought about calling her dad, but she did not want to scare the fox. The fox seemed so peaceful and calm. So Kai stayed still, hoping the animal would stay longer.

After a while, the fox stood up and walked toward the trees. Its paws left neat little tracks leading into the dark woods. Kai whispered goodbye, watching the orange fur disappear between the trunks.

The night felt special and a bit magical. Kai was happy she could be so close to such a wild creature.

She hurried out to Dad, who was still unpacking at the car.

“Dad!” Kai called. “A fox came right up to our tent!”

“A fox?” Dad said. “Did it take anything?”

“No,” Kai said, shaking her head. “It only left tracks.”

Dad smiled at her. “Youโ€™re lucky. Foxes are shy and quiet.”

“I was quiet too,” Kai replied. “I didnโ€™t say a word.”

Later, Kai snuggled into her sleeping bag. The tent flap swayed in the breeze. She stared at the spot outside where the fox had sat and wondered if she might see it again.

That night, Kai dreamed the fox came back. In her dream, they sat together beneath the stars, quiet as the woods around them.

In the morning, Kai and her dad searched for the foxโ€™s tracks in the soft dirt. They found tiny paw prints that led to the edge of the woods and disappeared under thick bushes.

Dad crouched beside her, looking at the tracks. “The fox was watching you, just like you were watching it,” he said gently.

Kai looked up at the hills and tall trees. She thought about how much she liked camping with her father, about how they listened and watched the quiet world together.

Maybe the fox liked their campsite too and maybe it liked how quiet Kai was, just like a fox.

Letโ€™s Talk About the Story!

  1. Where was the girl camping?
  2. What was the girl doing inside the tent?
  3. Who was getting things from the car?
  4. What animal came close to the tent?
  5. How did the girl feel when she saw the fox?
  6. Did the girl make any noise?
  7. What did the fox do when it came close?
  8. What kind of tracks did the fox leave?
  9. What did Dad say about foxes?
  10. What did the girl dream about at the end of the story?

Find the words

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ๆŒ‡ใงใ•ใ‚ใฃใฆใญ ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป ใ“ใฎใƒ‘ใ‚บใƒซใฏๅ‹•ใใ‚ˆ๏ผ

key words

  1. Tent โ€“ a shelter made of cloth for camping
  2. Fox โ€“ a wild animal with orange fur
  3. Quiet โ€“ making no noise
  4. Tracks โ€“ footprints left on the ground
  5. Tail โ€“ the long, thin part at the back of an animal
  6. Paws โ€“ animal feet with pads and claws
  7. Flap โ€“ a piece of cloth that covers an opening
  8. Night โ€“ the time when it is dark outside
  9. Forest โ€“ a large area with many trees
  10. Blink โ€“ to close and open the eyes quickly
  11. Soft โ€“ smooth and gentle to touch or sound
  12. Shadow โ€“ a dark shape made when something blocks the light

Phonics Patterns Covered:

  • Short vowels: tent, fox, flap, pack, back, soft, black
  • Long vowels: tail, away
  • Vowel teams: away (ay)
  • Consonant blends: flap (fl), pack (ck), blink (nk), soft (ft)
  • Digraphs: fox (x), shadow (sh)
  • Suffixes/Plural endings: tracks (-s), paws (-s)

Spelling & Phonics Skills Needed:

  • Understanding Short Vowels:
    Words like tentfoxflappack have short vowel sounds that kids learn to hear and spell.
    Skill: Recognizing and blending CVC and CVCC patterns.
  • Recognizing Long Vowels & Vowel Teams:
    Words like tail and away have long vowel sounds spelled with vowel teams (ai, ay).
    Skill: Distinguishing long vowel sounds in vowel teams.
  • Consonant Blends and Digraphs:
    Words like flap (fl), pack (ck), and shadow (sh) show blends and digraphs, requiring children to blend consonants smoothly or recognize new sounds.
  • Suffixes/Plural Endings:
    Tracks and paws end in -s to show more than one.
    Skill: Understanding plural rules and pronunciation.

Grammar & Language Notes:

  • Past tense verbs are used throughout (was, came, looked, blinked, stepped).
  • Simple sentence structure with occasional compound sentences for flow (e.g., โ€œThe fox looked at me, and I looked at the fox.โ€)
  • Direct speech used for dialogue between the girl and Dad, aiding engagement and fluency.
  • Descriptive adjectives and adverbs build vivid imagery (quiet, soft, bright, slowly).
  • Repetition reinforces key vocabulary and concepts, essential for early fluent readers.
  • Simile example: โ€œI was as quiet as the fox.โ€

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸๅคœ๏ผˆใ‚ชใƒŽใƒžใƒˆใƒšๅ…ฅใ‚Š๏ผ‰

ใ‚ซใ‚คใจใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏๅŒ—ๆตท้“ใฎ้™ใ‹ใชๅฐๅทใฎใใฐใซใ‚ญใƒฃใƒณใƒ—ใ‚’ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฐใ•ใชใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใฏ้ซ˜ใ„ๆพใฎๆœจใฎ้–“ใซ็ซ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅœฐ้ขใฏๅœŸใจ่‹”ใฎใซใŠใ„ใŒใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใใฎๅคœใ€ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏ่ปŠใฎใใฐใงๅฟ™ใ—ใใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆธฉๆณ‰ใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ€ๅฏ’ใ„ๅคœใฎใ‚ใจใงๆฐ—ๆŒใกใ‚ˆใ•ใใ†ใ ใจ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใฎไธญใงๅฎ‰ๅฟƒใ—ใฆๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚้ขจใŒใตใ‚ใ‚Šใจๅนใ„ใฆใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใฎๅ…ฅใ‚ŠๅฃใŒใ‚†ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒฃใƒณใƒ—ๅ ดใฎใปใ‹ใฎๅญใฉใ‚‚ใŸใกใฏใ€ใ‚ซใ‚จใƒซใ‚„ใƒ“ใƒผใƒˆใƒซใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใฆ่ตฐใ‚Šๅ›žใฃใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏ่™ซใซใฏ่ˆˆๅ‘ณใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ไฝ•ๅบฆใ‚‚ใ‚ญใƒฃใƒณใƒ—ใซๆฅใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅคœใฎ้Ÿณใ‚’ใ˜ใฃใจ่žใใฎใŒๅฅฝใใงใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏใใฃใจใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ๅค–ใ‚’ใฎใžใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๆœจใ€…ใฏใ—ใ‚“ใจ้™ใพใ‚Šใ‹ใˆใ‚Šใ€ๆš—ใใฆใ€ๅฐใ•ใชๆ˜ŸใŒไธ˜ใฎไธŠใงใใ‚‰ใใ‚‰่ผใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅทใฎใ›ใ›ใ‚‰ใŽใŒใ•ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚‰ใจ่žใ“ใˆใฆใ€่‰ใ‚€ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ณใƒญใ‚ณใƒญใจใ‚ณใ‚ชใƒญใ‚ฎใฎๅฃฐใŒ่žใ“ใˆใพใ—ใŸใ€‚็ช็„ถใ€ๆœจใฎๅพŒใ‚ใงไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใ“ใใ“ใๅ‹•ใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใตใ‚ใตใ‚ใ—ใŸ้•ทใ„ใ—ใฃใฝใŒใฒใจใตใ‚Šใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏใ˜ใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใใ‚Œใฏใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใงใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฎๆฏ›ใฏ้ฎฎใ‚„ใ‹ใชใ‚ชใƒฌใƒณใ‚ธ่‰ฒใงใ€ๆš—้—‡ใง็›ฎใŒใ‚ญใƒฉใƒชใจๅ…‰ใฃใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใซ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏใจใฆใ‚‚้™ใ‹ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใ‚‚้™ใ‹ใซใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใตใŸใ‚Šใฏๆฏใ‚’ใฒใใ‚ใฆใ˜ใฃใจใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฎ่€ณใŒใดใใดใๅ‹•ใใ€ใตใ•ใตใ•ใฎใ—ใฃใฝใ‚’ใตใ‚Šใตใ‚Šๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏๅ†ทใŸใ„ๅคœใฎ็ฉบๆฐ—ใฎใซใŠใ„ใ‚’ใ™ใƒผใฃใจใ‹ใ„ใงใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅฐใ•ใช่ถณใฏใ‚„ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ๅœŸใซใ€ใใฃใจ่ถณ่ทกใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใจใ‚ซใ‚คใฏ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ๅˆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใฉใกใ‚‰ใ‚‚ๅ‹•ใใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใฎๅฟƒ่‡“ใฏใƒˆใ‚ฏใƒณใƒˆใ‚ฏใƒณใจ้€Ÿใๆ‰“ใกใพใ—ใŸใŒใ€ๅคงใใชๅฃฐใ‚’ๅ‡บใ•ใšใ€ไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ›ใšใซใ˜ใฃใจใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒ้€ƒใ’ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚’้ก˜ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใฎๅ…ฅใ‚Šๅฃใฎใ™ใใใฐใซใ™ใฃใจๅบงใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚้‡‘่‰ฒใฎ็›ฎใŒใ‚ญใƒฉใ‚ญใƒฉใจ่ผใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏไฝ•ใ‚’่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใŒใพใฐใŸใใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใ‚‚ใพใฐใŸใ่ฟ”ใ—ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใณใŸใใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใŒใ€ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใšใ‹ใซใ—ใฆใŠใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏใจใฆใ‚‚่ฝใก็€ใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ซใ‚คใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใŠใจใชใ—ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒ้•ทใใ„ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’็ฅˆใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ—ใฐใ‚‰ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏใ‚นใƒƒใจ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚Šใ€ๆœจใฎๆ–นใธๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ถณ่ทกใฏใ•ใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚‰ใจใ—ใŸๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ๅœŸใฎไธญใธ็ถšใ„ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏ่ถณ่ทกใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใ‚’่ฆ‹ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚‚ใ†ไธ€ๅบฆๆœจใ€…ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏใ‚‚ใ†ใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅคœใŒๅฐ‘ใ—ๅคงใใใฆใ€ไธๆ€่ญฐใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏ่ปŠใฎใจใ“ใ‚ใซ่ตฐใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏใพใ ่ท็‰ฉใ‚’ๆ•ด็†ใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œใƒ‘ใƒ‘๏ผใ€ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏ่จ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใฎใ™ใใใฐใซๆฅใŸใ‚ˆ๏ผใ€

ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒ๏ผŸใ€ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏ่จ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œไฝ•ใ‹ๆŒใฃใฆ่กŒใฃใŸ๏ผŸใ€

ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใˆใ€ใจใ‚ซใ‚คใฏ่จ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ่ถณ่ทกใ ใ‘ๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€

ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏ็ฌ‘ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ญใƒผใ ใญใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏๆฅใšใ‹ใ—ใŒใ‚Šใ‚„ใง้™ใ‹ใชใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ€

ใ€Œ็งใ‚‚้™ใ‹ใซใ—ใฆใŸใ‚ˆใ€ใจใ‚ซใ‚คใฏ่จ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œไธ€่จ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚ƒในใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€

ใใฎๅคœใ€ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏใ‚ทใƒฅใƒฉใƒ•ใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚้ขจใงใƒ†ใƒณใƒˆใฎๅ…ฅใ‚ŠๅฃใŒใพใŸใตใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚Šใจใใ‚ˆใŽใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ใตใ‚ใตใ‚ใฎใ—ใฃใฝใจใ‚ญใƒฉใ‚ญใƒฉๅ…‰ใ‚‹็›ฎใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒใพใŸๆฅใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใชใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๅคขใฎไธญใงใ€ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒๆˆปใฃใฆใใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใตใŸใ‚Šใฏไธ€็ท’ใซ้™ใ‹ใซๆ˜Ÿใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใงๆฃฎใฎไธ€้ƒจใซใชใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚

ๆฌกใฎๆ—ฅใ€ใ‚ซใ‚คใจใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏๆŸ”ใ‚‰ใ‹ใ„ๅœŸใฎไธŠใฎใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฎ่ถณ่ทกใ‚’ใŸใฉใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚่ถณ่ทกใฏๆฃฎใฎใตใกใพใง็ถšใใ€ๆฟƒใ„็ท‘ใฎ่Œ‚ใฟใฎไธ‹ใง่ฆ‹ใˆใชใใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใƒ‘ใƒ‘ใฏใ—ใ‚ƒใŒใ‚“ใง่จ€ใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฏๅ›ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅ›ใŒใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ„ใŸใฎใจๅŒใ˜ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚ใ€

ใ‚ซใ‚คใฏไธ˜ใ‚„ๆœจใ€…ใ‚’่ฆ‹ไธŠใ’ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚็ฉบๆฐ—ใฏๆ–ฐ้ฎฎใงใ€ไธ–็•Œใฏๅคงใใใฆๆ–ฐใ—ใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใŒ็งใŸใกใฎใ‚ญใƒฃใƒณใƒ—ใ‚’ๆฐ—ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚

็งใŒ้™ใ‹ใชใฎใŒๅฅฝใใชใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚

ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€‚


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2 responses to “The Night the Fox Came to Camp”

  1. When a person is surrounded by silence, their ears become the first to sharpen.
    Sounds they normally overlook โ€” the hum of a refrigerator motor, the ticking of a clock โ€” suddenly take center stage, as if theyโ€™ve stolen the spotlight.
    A campsite at night feels the same; the distant murmur of a stream and the rustle of leaves in the trees begin to flow in rhythm with your own heartbeat.
    Itโ€™s a sensation of โ€œfalling into step with the worldโ€ โ€” something you canโ€™t find in the noise of the city.

    Immersed in this feeling, people suddenly find themselves opening drawers of old memories.
    The walk home from elementary school, the smell of a summer downpour, the sound of a parent calling your name, the condensation sliding down a glass of barley tea by the window โ€”
    all of it resurfaces, woven into the night air of the campsite.

    Those enchanted by such stillness soon find their other senses heightening as well.
    They notice the depth of the darkness, the trembling of starlight, even the exact intervals between the calls of a distant owl.
    By then, camping has stopped being โ€œan extension of daily lifeโ€ and has become โ€œa small journey into another world.โ€

    The magic Kai felt that night was surely this phenomenon.
    The fox was not just an animal โ€” it became a spark that lit a new lantern on the horizon of her memory.
    Years from now, she will still be able to tell the story of that night as vividly as if it happened yesterday.
    It will remain a โ€œrecording of the heartโ€ โ€” more colorful than a photograph, more precise than a diary.

    1. Thank you so much for this wonderful reflection. Your words capture the exact mood and magic I hoped to convey in Kaiโ€™s story. The way silence, especially on a quiet night at a campsite, transforms ordinary sounds into something extraordinary. I love how you describe the sharpening of the senses and the way small details rise to the surface, both in the world and in memory.
      Kaiโ€™s experience with the fox did feel like stepping into another world, a moment where time seemed to slow and everything from the stream to the foxโ€™s gentle movements took on new meaning. Itโ€™s amazing how stillness lets us discover both the outside world and the memories held inside us. I especially appreciate your phrase โ€œa recording of the heart.โ€ Thatโ€™s exactly how these memories linger, vivid and true.
      Thank you for reading so deeply and for sharing such insightful thoughts. Your comment adds another layer of magic to the story!

      ็ด ๆ•ตใชๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ใชใŸใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€ใ‚ซใ‚คใฎ็‰ฉ่ชžใงไผใˆใŸใ‹ใฃใŸ้™ใ‘ใ•ใจ้ญ”ๆณ•ใฎ็žฌ้–“ใ‚’ใพใ•ใซ่กจ็พใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚็‰นใซใ€ใ‚ญใƒฃใƒณใƒ—ๅ ดใฎ้™ใ‹ใชๅคœใซๆ™ฎ้€šใฎ้ŸณใŒ็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚‚ใฎใซๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใŒใ‚ˆใไผใ‚ใฃใฆใใพใ™ใ€‚ๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใŒ็ ”ใŽๆพ„ใพใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๅฐใ•ใชใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒ†ใƒผใƒซใŒไธ–็•Œใฎไธญใ‚„่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎไธญใงๆตฎใ‹ใณไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†ๆๅ†™ใŒใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฅฝใใงใ™ใ€‚
      ใ‚ซใ‚คใŒใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใจๅ‡บไผšใฃใŸไฝ“้จ“ใฏใ€ใพใ‚‹ใงๅˆฅใฎไธ–็•Œใซ่ถณใ‚’่ธใฟๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ๆ™‚้–“ใŒใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šๆตใ‚Œใ€ใ›ใ›ใ‚‰ใŽใ‚„ใ‚ญใƒ„ใƒใฎ็ฉใ‚„ใ‹ใชๅ‹•ใใฎใฒใจใคใฒใจใคใŒ็‰นๅˆฅใชๆ„ๅ‘ณใ‚’ๆŒใค็žฌ้–“ใงใ—ใŸใ€‚้™ใ‘ใ•ใฎไธญใงใ€ๅค–ใฎไธ–็•Œใจๅฟƒใฎไธญใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฎไธกๆ–นใ‚’็™บ่ฆ‹ใงใใ‚‹ใฎใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ็ด ๆ™ดใ‚‰ใ—ใ„ใ“ใจใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใจใใซใ€Œๅฟƒใฎ่จ˜้Œฒใ€ใจใ„ใ†่กจ็พใŒใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฐ่ฑก็š„ใงใ€ใใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ ใจๆ€ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‰ใฎ่จ˜ๆ†ถใฏๅ†™็œŸใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚้ฎฎๆ˜Žใงใ€ๆ—ฅ่จ˜ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๆญฃ็ขบใซๅฟƒใซๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใ€‚
      ๆทฑใ่ชญใ‚“ใงใใ ใ•ใ‚Šใ€ใพใŸๆดžๅฏŸใซๆบ€ใกใŸๆ„Ÿๆƒณใ‚’ๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใ—ใฆใใ ใ•ใฃใฆใ‚ใ‚ŠใŒใจใ†ใ”ใ–ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ‚ใชใŸใฎใ‚ณใƒกใƒณใƒˆใฏ็‰ฉ่ชžใซใ•ใ‚‰ใซ้ญ”ๆณ•ใ‚’ๆทปใˆใฆใใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

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