86 The Story of the Wild Fox King

Once upon a time, there was a family with a few lovely children. The eldest son is called the spoon, the second son is called the shovel, and the third son is called the thimble.

One day, the mother of several of them was going to her mother's house, and before leaving, the mother specially told her sons that if someone they didn't know knocked on the door, they must not open the door.

The great mother also made up a song for her three sons, and if someone she didn't know knocked on the door, she asked her sons to sing to the people outside the door.

My mom wears red, wears red, and wants to go to my uncle's house.

The sons said goodbye to their mother and immediately locked the door inside. So, the mother set out on the road to her mother's house.

When the mother walked to a river, she was blocked by the river. Just when she was distressed, a big man appeared.

"Is this eldest sister going to cross the river?"

The mother replied with some embarrassment: "Yes! The river is so fast, I can't get through!"

The prime man said boldly: "It's okay, I'll carry you across the river!"

"Oh, that's so embarrassing!" the mother rejected.

Under the enthusiasm of the prime, the mother climbed onto the back of the prime.

In the process of crossing the river, the prime of life began to talk to the mother, who inadvertently revealed the situation of the family to the prime of life.

The young man carried the mother to the other side, and the mother was grateful, so she said to the young man, "Thank you so much! I want to go back to my mother's house, and I don't bring anything valuable." ”

At this time, the prime man in front of him turned into a wild fox.

The mother was so frightened that she fainted. The wild fox eats the mother and puts on the mother's clothes.

Wow.

Hearing a knock on the door, the three brothers, who were playing at home, came to the door and saw a strange-shaped person through the crack in the door.

"Spoon handle, spoon handle, open the door! I'm your mother!"

As soon as the spoon handle looked outside the door, he sang the song that his mother taught when she was leaving: You are not my mother, my mother wears red and wears red, take a walk at my uncle's house.

The wild fox continued to shout outside the door: "Shovel, shovel, I'm your mother, open the door!"

The shovel stepped forward and looked outside the door, and also began to sing: You are not my mother, my mother wears red and wears red, go to my uncle's house for a walk.

Wild Fox thought to himself, it seems that in order to gain the trust of these dolls, some means must be used.

"Thimble, hold out your hand, and I'll show you something, and you'll know I'm your mother!" said the wild fox.

The thimble innocently stretched out his hand, and the wild fox took the thimble's hand and broke the thimble's finger hard.

The thimble hurt and shouted to his father and mother.

"Open the door, if you don't open the door, I'll break your hand!"

The thimble hurt too much, so he opened the door.

After the wild fox came in, several children did not dare to resist, and obeyed the command of the wild fox in everything.

In the middle of the night, the shovel found that the spoon handle that was sleeping next to him was missing. All I heard was a rattling sound in the room.

The shovel asked the wild fox, "Mother, mother, what are you eating?"

The wild fox told the shovel: "This is the bean sent by your Uncle Wang's family." Hurry up and go to bed!"

The shovel was already shaking, and he realized that it was the new mother who had eaten the spoon.

The thimble, who was sleeping on the side, suddenly woke up and hugged his stomach and said to the wild fox: "Mom, Mom, my stomach hurts, I have to relieve myself!"

The wild fox couldn't rest assured, so he tied a rope around the waist of the thimble, fearing that the thimble would take the opportunity to escape.

After the thimble went out, he walked to the chicken coop, grabbed a chicken and came out, and quietly untied the rope from his waist and tied it to the chicken.

After waiting for a long time, there was no trace of the thimble. The wild fox called out the name of the thimble several times, but no one answered. He immediately pulled the rope back, but unexpectedly, it was a chicken that was pulled back.

The wild fox was furious, he wanted to chase the thimble, but he was worried that he would chase the thimble, what should he do if the shovel ran away.

After the thimble ran away, he tried to rescue the shovel, and he found a large tree and smeared it with gasoline.

The next day, when he came to the house, the wild fox was preparing to make a fire to boil water, and it seemed that he was going to cook and eat a shovel.

"Hey, Wild Fox, you killed my mother and my brother, you have the ability to come with me!"

"Little rabbit, don't run away if you have the ability! I'll cook and eat with you today. ”

The thimble ran away, and the wild fox chased after him. As he ran, the thimble shouted to the shovel, "Fire!

The thimble ran to the big tree that had been prepared in advance, and climbed up the tree like a monkey, followed by the wild fox.

The shovel understood the meaning of the thimble, took the match and rushed out.

"Brother Shovel, set fire to it! Thimble shouted. At this time, the wild fox had already grabbed the thimble's leg. In order to buy more time for the shovel, the thimble became entangled with the wild fox.

The shovel thought of his dead mother and brother, and the roots of his teeth itched. In desperation, he lit gasoline underneath.

After the gasoline was ignited, the fire engulfed the entire tree, and the fox and the thimble were caught in flames. The thimble kept clinging to the wild fox and wouldn't let him break free.

In the midst of the fire, the thimble shouted: "Brother Shovel, live well! I finally avenge my mother and brother." ”

The shovel wept as he watched the thimble be burned out little by little by the fire.

At this time, the shovel's mind came to mind the bits and pieces of what they had once been together, everything changed after the appearance of this wild fox, he lost his mother, lost his spoon handle, and lost his thimble brother.

"You're not my mother, my mother wears red, wears red, and walks around my uncle's house. Shovel sang the ballad that his mother had taught them again.