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In a cave, a fat female mountain mouse crawls and lies in a rat nest paved with dry grass and dry branches, and more than a dozen small mountain rats that are only a few days old and have pink bodies and have just grown fine gray hair compete for the only few breasts and heads of the female mountain mouse.

A mouse with thin white fur was pushed aside by the other siblings, and it looked at the mother's abdomen with a "squeak" of protest. However, the mother squinted to sleep, completely ignoring her protests.

The helpless guinea pig could only continue to squeeze in, but its small body was the opponent of a dozen brothers who were stronger than it, and it was ruthlessly kicked out every time.

The mouse crawled weakly on the side, it was so hungry that it had no strength, but the feeling of hunger was so painful that he wanted to squeeze in again and again to grab food.

It wasn't until a dozen rat brothers and rats had eaten their fill, and one by one they crawled to the side with their round bellies to play, and the little mice finally crawled to their mother's side.

With rat milk in his mouth, dripping sweet milk flowed into his mouth, and the mouse felt that there was nothing more delicious in the world.

But before it could take a few more bites, the milk stopped, and the mouse sucked hard a few times, but still no milk flowed out.

It changed to another one, and it was still the same, with only a mouthful and a half of milk in the milk, and then there was no more milk.

Two, three, four......

The mouse sucked over and over again, but there was no delicious milk to make it no longer hungry.

Its stomach was not even half full, but it was enough to make it feel less hungry, but it could not satisfy him, and he exchanged and sucked one after another, and worked very hard, more than the strength of the milk, but the mother really had no milk.

Maybe it sucked too hard to make the mother uncomfortable, or the mother rat was annoyed by the useless son, stretched out a kick, and ruthlessly kicked the mouse to the side.

The mouse rolled in the nest on the ground several times, almost rolled out of the nest, crawling on the ground and watching the mother mouse protest pitifully.

But the mother did not look at her again, but took the other rats into the middle of the nest, covered them with dry grass, and went straight out of the nest to forage for food.

The animal world is such a survival of the fittest, the jungle eats the strong. Perhaps in the eyes of the mother mouse, this mouse is not her own, because its coat color is different from that of other mountain rats.

Coupled with the fact that it is so weak that it is almost impossible to survive in this world, it does not have extra milk to feed a hopeless cub.

So, the guinea pig was like an abandonment.

The other brothers were covered with warm dry grass, but it could only be alone at the edge of the nest, and it did not even dare to climb into the brothers' pile, which was a bully, and it could only shiver with hunger and cold.

Fortunately, this is a cave, and the temperature is not too low, so it did not freeze to death. Although the mother mouse dislikes it, she lets it eat a bite after the other mice are full, and the rest is as much as she wants, and she ruthlessly kicks it away after not eating.

In this way, the mouse survived to the third day without enough to eat, starved to death, and froze to death, and the size of each mouse doubled, and the big mouse was bigger, and the small mouse was still small, and the biggest brother of the mouse was twice as big as him.

The bigger difference between him and the others is the color of the coat, the other mountain rats are gray-black, while its whole body is pure white, without any variegation, but the malnutrition makes the coat color a little dull.

The mother rat also dislikes it even more, as if it is not biological at all.

The bigger these mountain rats, the bigger the food, these days the mice can eat less and less, the mother mouse will not pay attention, still the attitude of eating if there is food, not having to eat and starve to death.

Now the mouse is trembling weakly, and even opening his eyes is a waste of his strength.

Just when the mouse was in a daze, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and he rolled in the nest twice uncontrollably, and opened his eyes weakly to find that the biggest mountain mouse was hitting its abdomen with its head, knocking it up again.

At the same time, there were several other mountain rats that were also not small, sometimes pulling their bodies with their paws, and sometimes fighting with each other.

These strong and strong mountain rats are the first to grab breast milk every day, and they are also the most well-fed, and they are also the most energetic, so abundant that they have nowhere to diarrhea, and they are very active every day after waking up, playing with each other. A few days ago, I was just playing in the nest, but now I am getting bigger and bigger, and I can walk around, and I found that this little brother is not the same as crawling there and is curious, so I come up to play and make Ji a toy.

A few mountain rats were playing happily, and the little mouse suffered, its body was weak and had no strength, but these brothers were full of strength, and every time they hit and slapped, they made him feel the pain of convulsions and convulsions.

The mouse was knocked over and slapped back like a rag doll, but he was powerless to resist.

It felt fear, and fear, even though it didn't know what fear was, it was an instinct, a living instinct's fear of death.

So he instinctively wanted to leave, leave these mad brothers, and get as far away as possible, otherwise even if he didn't starve to death, he might die today in the hands of his brothers.

He could only crawl out of the nest, using all his strength for almost every step, and he completely rolled out of the rat's nest, and was hit by the biggest and most powerful brother and rolled several times, and rolled out directly.

The mouse rolled out of the nest, but the energetic brothers didn't seem to have had enough fun, and followed the mouse down the nest, and continued to play with it after him, having a great time.

The mouse only continued to crawl out of the cave, unable to climb out, it almost had no strength to stand up on both feet, only its body moved on the ground, and almost three steps it climbed before it was pulled back by the other mountain rats two steps, so he could not move much faster than a snail.

Fortunately, the cave was not large, only five feet wide, but for a guinea pig that was not even the size of a newborn baby's fist, it was a long journey, and the road was bumpy and bumpy.

But it still crawled over, crawled into the passage, it didn't know how it crawled over, the pain all over its body was not strong, and even some parts of its body were scratched through the epidermis, and thin blood seeped out, and it crawled this distance with the instinct of fear of death.

Some of the other mouses, perhaps tired from crawling back into their nests, stopped on the road to play with each other, but the biggest mouse, who seemed to be still interested in it, followed it and bumped into it.

The mouse continued to crawl out of the passage under the impact of the mouse, just trying to get rid of the hateful mouse.

And the largest of the mountain rats seemed to like to hit the top with his head, and in this passage he was behind the mouse for a while, and the mouse almost rolled out of the passage. It's just that the "kindness" of the mountain mouse is not casually consumed, you must know that its strength is the greatest, and almost half of the pain on the mouse's body is caused by it, so it can be said that it is the mountain mouse that the mouse wants to get rid of the most.

The mountain rat almost piled up a few feet away from the mouse, the mouse almost had no pain in its body, it had no strength to resist, in its little wisdom it felt that it might die, but what death was, it didn't know, it just instinctively didn't want to die, afraid of death.

Pushed out more than a foot again, the mouse found a hole in front of him, not much bigger than his body.

And in the small hole, there was a faint refreshing smell, which made it feel sluggish, and it didn't know what it was attracting, but it felt that what was inside was good for it.

So, it crawled into the hole, using almost all its strength, and climbed in as fast as it could.

The mountain rat behind it didn't notice the cave at first, and it didn't seem to smell anything special, when the mouse climbed into the hole, it also wanted to climb in, but the hole was really small, only a little bigger than the mouse, and the mouse climbed into it a little reluctantly, and it was twice as big as the mouse, where could it climb in.

When the mouse, trying to pull the "toy" out, the mouse crawled in with its whole body, leaving only a small tail outside, and the mousele bit the tip of the mouse's tail and tried to pull it out.

"Squeak"

The tail of the mouse was bitten, and it squeaked in pain, but it didn't want to come out, not to mention the temptation in front of it, but the fear of the mountain rat behind prompted it to climb in, and it didn't want to come out even if it died, and this cave was too small, it couldn't turn around at all, even if the mountain mouse pulled back, it would increase the resistance because of the back spur of the hair, and it couldn't pull it out.

"Squeak, squeak. ”

There was a hiss, so sharp, so painful, the mouse rushed forward a distance, only to see the flesh on the tip of its tail blurred, and the blood dripped to the ground. And the mountain rat in the back sat on the other side of the cave wall, with a small tail in its mouth, a mouthful of blood, the blood of a mouse. It is the force of the tail docking that causes the mouse to run a distance and the mouse to tumble out.

And when the mountain mouse got up and tried to continue to pull the mouse out, the mouse had already completely entered the hole with its entire body and tail, where could it still be caught.

"Squeak, squeak. ”

The mouse, like a toy that has lost its beloved, barks outside the hole, and after a while, it can only crawl back into the hole and go back to the nest to bully the other mouses.

How painful it was to have a broken tail, when had a newborn mouse ever been in such pain, tears unconsciously flowed out of the mouse's eyes, stained their hair, and dripped to the ground.

Forcibly endured the great pain on his tail, as well as the large and small light or severe pain on his body, he resolutely crawled forward, and his tail dragged a long terrible line of blood on the ground, and it took a while to stop the most bleeding, and did not let it bleed too much and hung up directly.

Blood loss and hunger made its physical strength worse and worse, and its consciousness began to blur, and it didn't know how far it had climbed, maybe only a few feet away, but it seemed extremely far.

The same journey made it feel long, long.

Finally, the passage in front of it gradually widened, and the mouse squeezed out of the narrow hole, making it feel light and at the same time, it felt pain everywhere in its body, in addition to the wounds of being abused and waiting for the wound and the wound of the broken tail, there were also two furs cut by sharp stone thorns in the small hole, and a little blood spilled out, but fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

The mouse shook the tip of its nose weakly, feeling the breath that attracted it deeply, and it instinctively felt that there was something there that would do him great good.

Although I don't know what attracts it, I don't know what the benefits will be, but it is enough to know that there are benefits, which is like an instinct, or a talent.

After crawling forward for a while, the mouse's front foot suddenly stepped into the air, but the passage in front of it became a hole that went almost straight down.

It was already weak, and it was confused and planted headlong into it before it could react, the hole was very steep and long, and it couldn't control its body at all, so the mouse became a rolling gourd, rolling all the way down,

The terrible thing is that the guinea pig who just crawled out of hell and thought that there was heaven in front of him fell into the boundless purgatory again, and it was eighteen floors. The slope and angle of the passage are not static, and they are not smooth, and the rolling mice keep colliding on the passage, crashing on the stone wall, the immature bones do not know how many are broken, and the young body seems to be torn apart.

What hurts into the bone marrow, a thousand cuts are nothing more than that.

The pain spread all over its body, even deep into its soul, as if it was about to tear its soul apart, and then the soul could not bear the pain and fainted.

Soon he was woken up by pain, and then he was fainted by pain, so fainted and awakened, woke up and dizzy, but it didn't make the mouse not collapse consciously, which is also a miracle.

I don't know how many times I fainted, and when I woke up again, the mouse felt like he was thrown in the air, and then fell to the ground again, rolled out a few more times on the ground, felt like it rolled into the water, and then fainted again.