At the game

We went to a baseball game with a flock of friends and Zousama looked at me so sweetly as we left that I picked him up and brought him along.
But when we reached the entrance gate the guards were a bit bemused.
“Um, is there a Japanese speaker?” said the man doing the bag check as he scanned our group for Nihonjin. We assured him that we’d be OK if he spoke Japanese.
“So, well….” he started.
“Oh, it’s like a pillow,” MJ said enthusiastically patting Sama’s back. But the guard looked dubious and glanced over at the more seriously dressed superior off to the side who nodded in a “go ahead, continue” fashion.
“Well, um…well….” he stammered. His cohort chimed in with “You see, the seats are narrow…”
At which point, Tod came forward with Zousama’s ticket. We had an extra. He placed the ticket on Sama’s back. “This is his ticket. Is that OK?”
The guards attending to us giggled. So did all their friends who’d come over from other gates to watch this spectacle. Elephant with a ticket? Well, let him in!
Sama had a great time at the game, as did the rest of us.