Monkey apple banana plane

Four women rode quickly just before the subway door closed. Their appearance seemed to be a curious monkey, a red apple, a smooth banana, and an imposing plane.

The monkey broke the silence and asked the plane. "Did we take a state exam when we came to study abroad? Was it national history and general society?" “Yes, we took the test. Oh, we had. We're here as a national representative. We came here after three days of anti-communist education as well as state exams." The plane answered with a clear, unquestioned voice about the distant past.

“As soon as I got off the JFK, when the Asian people approached me, the spies were ordered from North Korea, so I've been avoiding them, thinking they're making contacted me. So far, I haven't met no one has come from North Korea.” Banana squinted and laughed low sound. The apple sip coffee just as if she wasn't interested in the story. The monkey laughed loudly, covering her mouth and looking around. Their story was buried under subway noise.

The apple took out a mirror and painted the red lipstick. She checked its well-painted lips in the mirror, leaned in front of them and put a index finger on her red lips. Shhh~  It's our own gathering today. Keep it a secret," she whispered. They were just finishing the story of the spy. "Ah! secret agent," they looked around in unison as if someone had heard their secrets. They closed their mouths after exchanging glances with each other like a group of female independence fighters posing as passengers on a train running in the heavy snow-drifting Manchurian plain.

As they rushed into the subway, an old man wearing sunglasses and a hat deeply was sat first. The women's chatter pricked up his ears and overheard them. Suddenly, they made a fuss about getting off. The man wondered about their destination and wanted to keep up. He also got off the moment the subway door closed.

It was a cloudy day that hanged on for rain. The sudden drop in temperature caused people raised on their coat collar and busily walked to somewhere. He raised the collar and was buried in the crowd, chasing after them. Their steps were light, as if to escape from the fetters of everyday life. It's as if they quickly turned from a national representative to an anti-communist to a secret agent.

Fortunately, the apple was wearing a red coat, so it was easy to follow. Apple looks much younger than monkey, banana, and airplane. The bare legs that showed up behind the red coat are still fresh. The side that whispers and laughs to the plane was refreshing and attractive. Red warmly approaches him. He decided to follow them until to the place he can't keep up.