Rhubarb has been looking for food since it slipped out of the cave. It climbed up the hillside and looked towards the manor for a while. There were large green vegetables growing there, and there were also shelves full of heavy fruits. Although it didn't like vegetarian food very much, If you walk into the field, you will definitely find meat, such as voles, frogs, grasshoppers, etc. When it is about to go down, it finds that there are too many gardeners in the manor, and almost everyone brings a dog with them. If they go to the manor to look for food, There is great danger. Rhubarb liked to use his brain. He thought it was safer in the jungle in the mountains south of the manor, so he ran a short distance and sneaked into the jungle.
This is the mid-autumn season. The heat has subsided and the sky is a little cooler. Many migratory birds are preparing to migrate. Rhubarb, which loves to climb trees, found that some bird nests were empty. It originally wanted to catch a bird or something or dig out a few eggs to satisfy its hunger. , but now it is very disappointed and has gained nothing. It has not eaten for most of the day. It is not like people who have three meals a day. These beasts often eat the first meal and don’t know when they will eat the next meal. If they get food , they would drink Maoru blood and eat enough in one meal. When they were hungry, they would lower their tails, cheer up, and look for food everywhere.
At that time, Rhubarb hugged a wild jujube branch and listened to the surroundings with its ears, hoping that what it heard was related to its needs. Among the jumble of birdsong, it heard a strange animal cry, which came from Bamao Mountain in the west of the jungle. It jumped off the jujube tree and slipped over there, only to find that the cry was coming from the wild animal. The little beast is a hedgehog lying in a stone crevice. I have seen this kind of guy with thorns all over its body. When it arches its forelimbs, the hedgehog shrinks into a ball. Because of the excessive force, it is hurt by the thorns. It must not He had no choice but to walk away lonely.
Suddenly a bush of thorns swayed gently, and Rhubarb sneaked over to take a peek. It was a turtledove nesting in its nest. Finally, the opportunity came. Rhubarb unexpectedly made a fierce sprint. The turtle dove, which could not dodge, could not take off because there were thorns blocking it, so it burrowed head-first into the cracks of the thick rotten leaves. Now, Rhubarb was fine. He immediately bit the turtle dove's wing, and struggled desperately. Rhubarb was an expert at hunting birds. It hugged the turtle dove with its legs and quickly bit its neck. The turtle dove only moved a few times and then died. . This is Rhubarb’s first delicious meal of the day. It tore open the turtle dove's skin, making it bloody. After greedily feasting, it left a pile of broken bones and feathers. Some of the tiny feathers fell off to the ground and flew up when the wind blew. The rhubarb shivered alertly, not knowing what was passing before its eyes. What it was, he raised his head to see what it was. When he understood it, he still lowered his head and chewed the carcass of the turtle dove with relish. Finally, the turtle dove's head was left, which was bloody. It chewed a few mouthfuls and spit it out again, as if it had thought of something. What did it find? It threw away the pile of remains that had no chew left, turned around and looked at the turtle dove's nest. Sure enough, there was a nest of eggs in it. It broke two of them in one bite, picking out the eggshells while eating. One of them was broken, and a featherless fleshy chick was seen squirming inside. It didn't open its eyes yet, and I don't know why, but it became strange food. While it was chewing the egg with its chicks, it suddenly heard a thumping sound on a jujube tree. Looking up, it found another turtle dove, probably the husband of the one who had died just now, looking towards him in the dark. It stared, its dark eyes gleaming with hatred.
Rhubarb didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the turtle dove made frightening noises from time to time, which panicked it. The weasel, which wanted to take advantage of the situation, was extremely timid and fearful. It was afraid that the noise would attract more powerful beasts in the jungle, so it lost it. He laid the three eggs in the nest and immediately sneaked into the denser jungle in the southwest. Suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew by, and it smelled a fishy smell. It was obviously that there was a dead sheep nearby with cracked skin. It had eaten too much just now and didn't feel hungry. It just wanted to get some fresh meat to feed it. The wife who is about to give birth during her pregnancy.
At this time, it quietly climbed up a soapberry tree and hid its body in the dark green leaves. Like a thief, it stretched out its head and looked around, and found that there was a canyon two hundred meters away. At the bottom of the canyon, there was a weasel tearing away a weasel. It wanted to slip past the dead sheep, but when it turned its head, it happened to catch a glimpse of a hunter lurking in the bushes above the canyon, holding a shotgun and aiming at the bottom of the canyon. The timid Dahuang quietly climbed down the tree, and suddenly heard a gunshot. The weasel that was tearing up the dead sheep was probably shot to death.
Rhubarb quickly returned to the road, and the shouts of people hunting came from the front. It stopped hesitantly, determined the direction, and fled towards the back of the canyon without any hesitation. Suddenly, there was a "churping" sound behind him. He turned around and saw a hound chasing after him crazily. It panicked and knew in its heart that its running speed could not match the hound. If it was delayed for a few minutes, it might be beaten. Biting, or being shot by an approaching hunter with a gun. So, instead of running along the mountain path covered by miscellaneous trees, it quickly climbed up a tall fir tree. It was a master of tree climbing. This change of escape method really worked, and it actually got rid of the hound. . This was a temporary solution. It sat on a tree branch more than three meters above the ground and did not dare to move. It could also vaguely hear the buzzing of wasps. Regardless of that, it was thinking about how to escape to a safe place. It had no choice but to worry about the hunter coming over, pointing the gun at itself leaning on the tree and pulling the trigger. An instinctive fear of cherishing life made its body tremble. I was really afraid that whatever was there would be there. Although the hound didn't know it had climbed up the fir tree, it had already discovered the weasel's movements with its particularly sensitive sense of smell. It was circling the fir tree, and sometimes it would hug the fir tree with its two front legs and go towards it. Climb up, bite it if you can't, but it doesn't help, so you can only raise your head and look at it and bark. What's worse is that he can hear the footsteps of hunters approaching.
After a while, the buzzing of the wasps intensified. Big Yellow didn't even look at it, but he heard the hound that had been barking just now groaning and screaming in pain, as if he was losing his arms in a sudden turn of events. How is this going? Dahuang looked down quietly, only to see a black mass of poisonous wasps landing on the hound's head, body and even its fallen tail, making it howl in pain. Why are there so many poisonous bees? Rhubarb subconsciously twisted his neck and looked up. It turned out that there was a wasp's nest as big as a gourd at the top of the fir tree. The shouting of the hound disturbed the wasp, so the wasps swarmed and attacked. Seeing this, Big Yellow took the opportunity to climb down the fir tree, and when the hounds didn't care about pursuing it, it had already fled.
Dahuang said that it was thanks to the wasp's rescue that it saved the day. Although the wasp took advantage of the wasp to protect itself, it was still extremely grateful to the wasp.
