He had a bit of a view, which he shared with a hard-bitten old dog and a great quantity of sheep dung. There had been a shrine here, but weather or hooligans had scattered its stones and torn the shimenawa rope. The dog whined softly amid its rough breathing, so he shared a rice ball with the poor beast.
"They will walk across the beach and slay my father and my brothers and all the men," Mimura told the dog.
The tail, bare with mange, thumped the dirt.