My name is Mung Bean.

It's not the kind of mung beans that can clear the fire by boiling soup and drinking, nor is it the mung beans of some famous editor-in-chief.

My name is Mung Bean because I'm a quack, a green croack.

I live in a corner, of course I don't live in the open air, I have a small house, a two-story house.

In the courtyard of the hut, there was a small pond with all kinds of grass, and near the pond, there was a clover.

Don't ask me how I know my name, don't ask me why a quack has a small two-story house to live in, and don't ask me how a quack has such complex thoughts.

Don't ask me, because I don't know the answer either.

When I woke up from hibernation, I was in this room, and I had a lot of content in my head, and I suddenly understood a lot of things.

I don't know why this is happening, but I occasionally remember a flash of orange figure a second before I fell asleep.

Hey, I can even use idioms now.

There seems to be something special about the corner where I stayed, but in fact, this corner is not a very remote place, just a recessed corner at the bottom of a building.

Sometimes, when I was in the yard, I could see from a distance that there were many tall two-legged beasts walking around in the grass outside the yard.

Some of these two-legged beasts are called students, some are called teachers, and some are called professors.

However, I don't understand how these names are distinguished, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with gender or color.

Well, maybe it's because I don't know so much.

It's just that the two-legged beasts never seem to notice the little room in this corner, and they don't know if my house is really too small for them, or if something has blinded them.

Using my croaking head, I think it's the latter.

Because my little room is a magical little house.

The room is divided into two floors, upstairs and downstairs, the upstairs is where I sleep, and the downstairs is where I eat.

Upstairs there is a small quilt on the floor, why do you have to cover a small quilt when you want to sleep facing the sky? Don't ask me...... Because since I had a small house, I have slept like this.

Moreover, every time before going to bed, a book will appear on the small quilt, a book with a red cover.

I like this book very much, there are always all kinds of picture stories in it, and every time I finish reading one, I will automatically change to a new one, and I can't finish reading it.

So, every time before I go to bed, I read a book for a while.

Also, the book told me a lot of things I didn't know before, especially the names of some creatures. For example, the kind I used to call two-legged beasts is actually called "human", although I still like to call them two-legged beasts. Also, the common four-legged beast is actually two different creatures, one meows "cat", and the other meows "dog". Although in my eyes, there is not much difference between them except that they are big and small.

Of course...... The creature called the "cat" was even more annoying, and I vaguely remember being bullied by it. They don't eat me, but they always step on me and turn me over, which is annoying.

When did you say it happened? A long time ago, right...... I can't remember the time...... Anyway, it was before hibernation.

Upstairs, in addition to my little quilt, there was a small desk with paper and pen, but I didn't use it because I couldn't write and I didn't think about what to write.

The paper was so white that I didn't want to scribble.

Downstairs, there is a small round table and a small chair.

This small round table is the most magical place in the room, every day when it is time to eat, there will be a small bowl of food on the table, it is a kind of rice paste, and there is a little bit of broken vegetable foam in it, I can use the spoon in the bowl to eat, basically I am very full after eating a bowl.

Why does a quack eat rice cereal...... I don't know, huh? I'm also helpless! There's only one kind of food on the small table!

Of course, I am also quite tired of eating this kind of rice cereal every day, and sometimes I miss the little flying insects I used to eat.

It's just that there are no such creatures in my small room, or in my small yard, there are no such creatures as insects.

Even if there is a small pond in my small yard that attracts the most insects, even if there is a bright light in the hut at night, even if the insects flying around outside the yard are visible to the naked eye, they never fly into the small yard.

I really wanted to run out of the small yard to eat the little bugs, but I didn't dare, I was afraid that if I went out, I would never be able to return to the small yard.

So, every day I squatted in the yard in a daze, looking at the scenery outside the yard, if I was hungry, I would go back to my small room, sit at the small round table and eat rice paste, and when I was sleepy, I would go upstairs, cover my little quilt, and sleep. Of course, remember to read the Little Red Book for a while before going to bed.

One day, when I was jumping from the small house to the small courtyard, I suddenly noticed that there was an uninvited guest in the courtyard, this creature I had seen in the Little Red Book, the name was snail. Actually, I saw it a long time ago, but I didn't know the name at the time.

"Quack? How did you get in? I shouted in surprise.

It was the first creature I had seen in my little yard other than me. I was suddenly scared, was the thing that covered the small yard missing? Can everyone see my little room?

To be honest, I can't bear to have my house snatched away.

The ......" snail was silent for a long time before replying in a very slow tone: "Lu...... Over ......"

The snail did pass by my small yard, and although I don't know how it got in and out of it, it slowly crawled across the yard and disappeared into the grass outside the yard.

"Hey......" The snail is gone, and I suddenly feel that the snail is very good again, although it speaks very slowly and slowly, and climbs very slowly and slowly, but it doesn't matter, I can tell it to listen! Anyway, it won't have any opinions, and even if it does, by the time it thinks clearly and is ready to speak, it is already crawling out of the small yard.

So, for the next few days, I waited every day to see if the snails would pass by my little yard again.

Sure enough, a few days later, the snail came to pass by again, and this time I happily jumped up to it and told it the story I had seen in the Little Red Book.

The snail crawled very slowly, and from the time it climbed into the small yard to the time it crawled out of the small yard, it was enough for me to tell two stories.

It's just that I'm still not satisfied, if only the snail could stop and listen to me tell me the story of the previous day!

However, when I asked the snail to stop, it took a long time for the snail to tell me, "Yes...... Hungry ......"

I thought that when the snail passed by my house, it should have gone looking for food, and if I could give the snail food, maybe it wouldn't have crawled away.

It's just that I've tried, and the rice paste on the small round table can't be taken out of the small room.

So, I could only hope that the snail would pass by my little yard every few days so that I could tell him a story.

But one day, I had an idea, and snails can go in and out of my house, and I should be able to do the same, right?

This thought went around in my head for several days, and finally one night, I mustered up enough courage to stand at the door of the small courtyard and jump out of the courtyard!

Outside the yard was a low patch of grass that I saw every day, and I landed in the grass.

I looked around nervously, not aware of any danger.

The weather was fine tonight, and there were no clouds blocking the moonlight, so I could clearly see the triumphant little bugs flying around above the grass.

He quickly stretched out his tongue and retracted it, and a small flying insect was already stuck to the tip of his tongue.

I swallowed the little flying worm, maybe because I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I think it tastes much better than before.

One, two, three...... I ate five small flying insects in a row before I stopped, but it was really delicious on the tip of my tongue.

Relieved, I inadvertently glanced back in the direction of the small courtyard.

"Quack !!???"