From beneath, Large green steam spiraled up, carrying the Stinking scent of nattō and stinky tofu, making the little tanuki yelp “くんくん!”
Children giggled at the sight, imagining the Stinking aroma painting squiggly lines across the lantern-lit street.
Even the old incense burner shivered, adding its own Stinking puff, while festival drums beat softly in the background: “ドンドン.”
By the end, the entire alley smelled Stinking, a playful reminder that Oneself above Large always means trouble for the nose.