George peeked out of the sand and found that it was already getting bright: "How could I be here?" he looked around blankly, and saw a large field of golden wheat not far away, and not far away he saw a flock of snow-white sheep wandering.

"I got into the moon!"

He tried to remember that when he flew towards a full moon in the sky, he watched the yellow moon grow bigger and bigger in front of him, and it grew bigger and bigger, until at last it was like a huge mouth, and George was sucked in as soon as he touched it.

"I drilled and screamed in the moon, and I don't know how long I struggled—and then I fell asleep so tired that I woke up and came here?"

George looked down at the pile of sand that had buried him, and with a little more force, pulled his left arm out of it.

He put the claw in front of his eyes and looked at it over and over: "That's right, it's indeed my fat claw, not a single finger is missing!"

Thinking of this, he picked up his paw again and slapped himself hard: "Ahhhh

"Haha, what did I find?" a shrill voice came from above George's head, and for a moment the hairs all over his body stood on end, "a little mouse trapped in the sand!

George's face trembled up, and when he met the dazzling sunlight overhead, he saw a beautiful face that was both delicate and strange: for a moment he could not tell whether he saw a cat or a little leopard.

I saw that the cat was wrapped in a leopard print coat - if you told George now that this is the skin of a cat, he would not be able to believe it!

He wore a small piece of wool forehead guard on his head, and he had a small stick in his right paw, which looked like he was about to dig George out of the sand and eat him as a free-shelf lunch.

"Don't mess around, I'm so good!" cried George in a bluff, he just wanted to get back into the sand. But for some reason, his body did not obey the call, and the light trembled like chaff there, but he could not move at all.

"Don't worry, I don't want to eat you yet, I just want to dig you out and play with you as a meat ball for a while!" said the leopard cat, poking George's fat head with the end of the small stick, "Look at your fat brain, you must not be a local mouse, right?"

"How do you know? I'm from Rome!" came out of his mouth, and after saying that, George wondered to himself, "Where did Rome come from?"

"Where is Rome? I haven't heard of it! I only know the Garden of Eden, have you been there?"

It sounded strange, George thought, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. But he looked at the leopard cat's expression, as if he was quite afraid of it, and he said casually, "Of course I have been, it is much better than yours!"

The ocelot's eyes lit up suddenly, and George saw that his upper and lower teeth were trembling with excitement: "Y-you-you-you-you really went to the Garden of Eden?"

"That's where I came from!" said George, with a full confidence, and suddenly he pulled his right arm out of the sand, but he did not expect that in that paw was holding a piece of rattan, and he himself felt that the rattan was not only covered with small and tender leaves, but also with crystalline and shining dew on those leaves.

"Y-you-you-are you playing tricks?" the leopard cat saw this, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

George was also confused when he looked at the rattan, but he was afraid that showing his doubts in front of the leopard cat would arouse his suspicions, so he simply shook the rattan in his hand and swore and shouted: "This is what I folded from the Garden of Eden, don't believe you!"

The leopard cat leaned up suspiciously, stared at the two already round eyes that could not be bigger, and stared straight at the dewdrops: "They must have been folded from the Garden of Eden, these dewdrops must have been left by God, otherwise they should have been sucked away by the sand, how could they stay?"

"Yes, it's God's legacy, you see?" said George.

The ocelot took his eyes off the dewdrops, and looked at George in a daze for a long time, "You wait here, I'll come when I go!" He said this in a panic, and then bent down and ran away like a smoke.

"This stupid cat is so easy to deceive!" said George, as he desperately climbed out of the sand, the dry sand was already loose, so it didn't take much effort to free himself.

The leopard cat ran away from the flock, and George stood there, patting the dust off his body, and put his left paw on his brow, and looked in the direction of the wheat field for a while: "This wheat grows so well, it seems to be ripe, and when the wind blows, they will sway, and their whole body will be golden, and it will really dazzle my eyes!"

The wind also brought the peculiar aroma of wheat, which churned in the fields, blowing the wheat like waves, rising and falling wave after wave, and it was a magnificent sight!

George went to see the sheep again, and saw that they were all a little dirty, as if there were swarms of flies barking around them, and our fat mouse couldn't help but laugh a little: "That cat is going to report to the sheep?

Turning his head to look at the dew-covered rattan, George noticed that it was glowing: "But in broad daylight, even if it is glowing, how can I see it?"

He thought it was all amazing!

Just as George was discerning, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the side of the flock, and he looked for his voice, and saw two sturdy young men rushing into the flock from the wheat field, and they scuffled.

One of them wielded a sharp butcher's knife in one hand, and the other waved a bundle of wheat, and the more they fought, the more difficult it became.

Following the two men, a greased lamb also came out of the wheat field, and he was evidently terribly frightened, so that when he saw his companions, the great flock, he did not dare to burrow into it, and was even more afraid to move forward, so he simply turned and fled to George.

The leopard-skin cat chased after him, waving the small stick in his hand and shouting: "Os, stop, Abel is going to sacrifice you!"

"He's going to sacrifice me to God, and I know it's a great honor, but I don't want to die yet!" the lamb cried, running more and more desperately.

"If you run away like this, God will curse you!"

"I believe in His mercy, and he won't! All of them are hateful human beings who want to take my life to curry favor with God, and since they are brothers, they still compare themselves like this! One sacrifices wheat and the other sheep firstborn, they are determined to do God's creation!"

"Well, you ran away, and the wheat God of Cain's sacrifice is not uncommon, but those two brothers are beating your heads and bleeding for you, and you can't bear to look at it?"

"You cunning cat, you lie to me by saying these nonsense things, you are sincere, you are reverent, then you may as well sacrifice yourself to God!

Listening to the lamb and the leopard cat bickering like this, George had already laughed and bent over. He stood there, abandoning all his worries for a moment, not noticing that the lamb's eyes lit up when he came running to see him.

It turned out that it was the tender green rattan he was holding in his hand that caught the lamb's attention.

It was the autumn harvest time, and the grass was scarce, and the sheep had to eat some tasteless hay every day, so the clever lamb jumped for joy when he saw the dew-covered rattan.

He shook off his four stubby hooves and swooped straight at George as he bleated.

George then felt that something was wrong, and he turned around and ran into the wheat field, but where could his legs and feet catch up with the lamb? In the blink of an eye, the lamb rushed over and blocked his way: "Please, kind mouse, just give me a bite!"

"It's not for you, it's my treasure!" said George, taking the rattan into his arms.

"Let me lick the dew on it, I'm thirsty!" the lamb looked pitiful, and George couldn't help but relent.

"Alright then, I'll pick a leaf for you to satisfy your cravings!" said the chubby little mouse, plucking one of the most tender leaves, and sending it to the lamb's mouth.

The lamb looked at the leaf in front of him, and tears welled up in his eyes for a while: "Your heart is so good, my master has never treated me like this! He is actually the son of Adam, whose father was the first human father, and after being driven out of the Garden of Eden by God, he took his wife Eve to settle in this barren land!"

"Why did God drive them out?" asked George, curious.

The lamb swallowed the leaf in one gulp, and as he chewed slowly, he said to George, "Because they have provoked God by stealing the forbidden fruit from the tree of wisdom." Here they gave birth to two sons, Abel and Cain. Abel grazes, Cain farms. As you can see, our sheep belong to Abel, and this wheat field belongs to Cain!"

"Then why are they fighting?"

"Today is the day of sacrifice to God, and God rejoiced in Abel's sacrifice of my firstborn sheep, and Cain offered to God the ripe wheat of the harvest, which does not seem to be very rare. Cain, jealous of his brother's favor with God, got into a fight with him!"

"But now that you're running here, isn't it impossible for Abel to offer sacrifices?"

"I'll tell you a secret!" said the lamb, and the lamb leaned over and whispered to George, "Actually, God didn't show up at all today, and what he liked or didn't like was guessed by the two brothers! Cain had always been dissatisfied with Abel's grazing, so today he was deliberately looking for fault!"

"I see!"

At this point, George turned his head again to look at the fighting brothers, and he saw that the leopard cat was standing not far away, and he was also looking at it.

The man with the wheat in his hand—Cain—and he pressed the man with the butcher's knife in his hand—Abel—to the ground and slapped him incessantly. The sheaves of wheat were broken to pieces by him, and scattered around Abel. Able struggled, and the butcher's knife in his hand nearly stabbed Cain in the chest several times, but at the last moment, he chose to give up.

"Oh my God, we can't fight any more, Abel is about to be killed!" George screamed.

"Don't you see that abominable leopard cat, he's going to eat you in a moment, and you still have the heart to meddle with other people's business!" the lamb kindly reminded George, "come, climb on my back, and I'll take you to a safe place!"

"Don't you care about your master?" asked George, surprised.

"Didn't he care if he didn't care about my life or death when he sacrificed me?

"You're right, human beings are so cruel, they are now brothers killing each other, and they don't care about each other's life or death, you must know that they are brothers and sisters of the same mother!"

As soon as George's words fell, he felt the sky suddenly darken. He looked up and saw that thick dark clouds were rolling in from the sky, and the sky that had been illuminated by the sun just now was already dark and oppressive.

"Oh my God, it's going to rain heavily!" exclaimed the lamb.

"How can you say that change will change on this day?"

"It may have been that Cain's atrocities had angered God, and he had warned Adam and Eve that if he was to see the sins of mankind and disappoint him even more, he would send a terrible flood to exterminate them!"

Before the lamb could finish speaking, the leopard cat had already run over. This frightened George, and he quickly hid between the lamb's four legs, for fear that the cat would catch him.

"Little mouse, please save us!" I heard the cat cry out repeatedly: "You have the rattan that God has given you, and God will surely save you from danger! Seeing that the rain is about to fall, we animals will not escape this terrible disaster!"

"You were born to eat rats, why should I save you?"

"As you can see, Cain has killed Abel, and this kind of fratricidal cannibalism is so heart-wrenching that God is furious about it! At this time of life and death, I swear to you that we leopard cats will never eat rats again, and we will be brothers and sisters with you!"

"I swear to you that I will always treat you as my most precious friend. "Oss the Sheep is very sincere.

"Alright then, I'll give you this leaf, and you eat it. George said, plucking another leaf from the rattan and handing it to the leopard cat.

"Oh, you're treating me like a sheep! I'm not a vegetarian!" said the leopard cat with a sad face, taking the leaf.

However, by this time, a fierce wind had blown, and a torrential rain poured down from the sky, and the leopard cat was drenched into a soup cat in a blink of an eye. He was so frightened that he swallowed the leaf in one gulp, and before he had time to chew it, he swallowed it directly.

"You may not believe it," he said with the help of George, and he could not help but be full of vanity, and said boastfully, "My ancestor stole the forbidden fruit of God! He seems to be much smarter than you mouse!"

"It's a lot more cunning!" replied George angrily, "I think I've eaten that fruit too, and it's a whole one!"

"I was going to call those two men and ask them to bring you to Adam to see if he recognized you!

Suddenly, an astonishing flash of lightning swept through the sky, and then there was an earth-shattering thunderous roar that made George remember all the things that had happened before, "Fortunately, it's too late, or Adam would have recognized me! He knows I'm in the same league as the long-legged snake, and he must skin me off! You damn cat, it's so bad!"

As soon as George finished speaking, a dark sensation drove him to turn his head slowly, but he was completely stunned by the sight before him: the wheat field behind him was poured by the torrential rain, and it had bent down and prostrate on the ground!

I don't know who cast such a terrible magic, and suddenly the wheat field swelled like the waves of the sea, and they turned over and over again, and swept the sky!

Gradually, the golden yellow of the wheat faded and was replaced by a blue-white that was so shiny that you couldn't open your eyes!

Seeing that wheat field turned into an ocean, it rolled up a wave that towered into the sky, and it was about to hit George and them like a top!

"No, run!" exclaimed George, who let go of his throat, but then he and the lamb were swept into the icy rain. The leopard cat jumped up at once, and his futile struggle seemed ridiculous at this moment, and the next second it was his turn to fall into the arms of the ocean.

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Grandpa David stroked the open page with his hand, but he didn't expect to stroke a large piece of water. Now, on that page, there is a picture full of stormy seas, and nothing else is to be seen.

Having sat on the banks of the Tiber for most of the day, our old priest was a little tired of it, so he closed his book, stood up, and stretched hard.

He looked up at the sun, which was about to rise into the middle of the heavens, and found that it was even more dazzling than usual: the sun was still golden, shining all over the sky, but in the midst of it there was a shockingly thick blood red.

"It's time, the mediocre and incompetent young emperor should have entered the city!" At this point, the old priest raised his eyes again, and found himself back outside the gate of the gladiatorial arena.

He looked back at the inside of the venue, which was littered with gnawed corpses and torn skeletons, and the beasts that could escape the metal carriages had rushed out of the gate and swooped down in the direction of the Arc de Triomphe.

The people who had gathered at the gate were so frightened that they fled in all directions, and what was even stranger was that even the soldiers who had been busy maintaining order with weapons in their hands did not know where they had gone.

Before a morning had passed, so many strange and bizarre events had happened! Thinking of this, Grandpa David couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth and laughed secretly.