After listening to Yellow Mud's complaint, Matcha's eyes gleamed and he thought to himself, "Is he here to borrow money from me? Yellow Mud has taken care of me for a period of time. I can lend him 50, no, 20 dollars."
While Matcha was analyzing Yellow Mud's motive, Yellow Mud continued, "Now, it is harder and harder to live on the streets. The leftovers are getting scarce. More and more people like to eat spicy strips and rear dogs. The dogs love to chase us around. It is unsafe to continue living like this. It is not good for Floret too. So I was thinking of getting a job."
Yellow Mud looked at Matcha sincerely. "Matcha, I heard that you are the manager here so I came to ask if I can work here."
Upon seeing Matcha's expression change, Yellow Mud said immediately, "Burying cat litter, tidying cat beds, licking fur, mopping the floor, and cleaning, I can do all of that!"