Rhubarb has been looking for food since he slipped out of the cave, he climbed up the hill and looked at the manor for a while, where a large field of vegetables grows, green, and full of melons and fruits, heavy, although it does not like vegetarian food very much, but when it walks into the furrow, it will find meat, such as voles, frogs, grasshoppers or something, it is preparing to go down, and found that there are too many garden guards in the manor, everyone almost has a dog, if you go to the manor to find food, there is a great danger. Rhubarb was a good brainer, and he thought it was safer in the jungle in the mountains south of the manor, so he ran a little way and dived into the jungle.

This is the mid-autumn season, the heat has disappeared, the sky is a little cool, many migratory birds are ready to migrate, the rhubarb who loves to climb the tree finds that some of the nests are empty, it originally wanted to catch a bird or something or take out a few eggs to satisfy hunger, but now it is very disappointed, nothing is found, it has not eaten for most of the day, unlike people who eat three meals a day is very regular, these beasts often eat on the meal, I don't know when to eat, if you get food, you can drink Maoru's blood and eat enough, when you are hungry, you will fall on the tail, and beat the spirit, looking around for food.

At that moment, Rhubarb hugged a branch of a jujube tree and listened to the movements around him, hoping that what he heard was related to its needs. In the midst of a jumble of birds, it heard a strange beast cry, which came from the Bamao Mountain in the west of the jungle, it jumped off the jujube tree, and slipped over there, only to find that the little beast that made the cry was a hedgehog lying in the stone, and had seen this kind of guy with long thorns, it arched with its forelimbs, and the hedgehog shrank into a ball, because of the excessive force, it was hurt by the thorns, and it had no choice but to walk away lonely.

Suddenly, a bush of thorns shook slightly, and Rhubarb quietly sneaked over to peep, and it was a turtledove hugging its nest. Finally came the opportunity, rhubarb unexpectedly came a violent sprint, the dodge of the turtle dove can not take off, because there are thorns on the top to stop, so regardless of the tail to drill into the thick rot leaf gap, this is good, rhubarb suddenly bit the turtle dove's wings, the struggle can not be excused, rhubarb is a predator of birds, it hugged the turtle dove with both legs, and quickly bit its neck, the turtle dove only moved a few times, then died. This is the first meal that rhubarb has hunted today. It tore the turtledove's skin apart, bloody, and greedily ate it, leaving behind a pile of broken bones and feathers, some of the tiny feathers fell to the ground, and the wind blew up, and the rhubarb trembled smartly, and before it knew what was shaking in front of it, it looked at it coldly, and when it understood, it still lowered its head, and chewed the remains of the turtledove with relish, and finally the turtledove's head was left, bloody, it chewed a few bites, and spit it out, as if thinking of something, it threw away the pile of wreckage that never chewed again, and turned around to observe the turtledove's mortar, Sure enough, there was a nest of eggs inside, and it bit two of them in one bite, and plucked out the eggshells as it ate. Another one was broken, and I saw a meat chick with no long hair squirming inside, and before I opened my eyes, I don't know what was going on, so it became a strange food. As it was chewing on the eggs of the chicks, it suddenly heard a rattling sound on a jujube tree, and when it looked up, it found another turtle dove, probably the husband of the victim just now, staring at it in the dark, and the dark eyes burst out with hatred.

The rhubarb did not want to pay attention, but the turtledove made a terrible noise from time to time, which made it panic, and the weasel, who wanted to take advantage of the loophole, was extremely timid and afraid, and he was afraid that the noise would attract the beasts that were stronger than him, so he dropped the three eggs in the moult, and immediately dived into the denser jungle to the southwest. Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind blew, it smelled a fishy smell, it was clear that there was a dead sheep nearby, the skin was cracked, just now it was overeaten, there was no hunger, just want to get some fresh meat back, to the pregnant wife who is about to give birth.

At this time, it quietly climbed a soap tree, hid itself in the thick green leaves, and looked around like a thief, and found that two hundred meters away from here was a canyon, and at the bottom of the valley there was a weasel tearing a dead sheep, and it also wanted to slip over, but when it turned its head, it happened to catch a glimpse of a hunter lurking in the bushes above the canyon, and his shotgun was already aimed at the bottom of the valley. The frightened rhubarb quietly climbed down the tree, and suddenly heard a "boom" gunshot, and the weasel who tore and ate the dead sheep was shot and killed.

The rhubarb hurried back to the road, and there was another shout of people hunting in front of it, and it hesitated to stop, to find the right direction, and without hesitation, it absconded towards the back of the canyon. Suddenly, there was a "sizzling" sound behind him, and when he looked back, he found a hound chasing frantically, and he panicked, knowing that his speed was not as fast as that of a hound, and if he was slow for a few minutes, he might be bitten, or shot by a hunter who came over. So, instead of running along the mountain path shaded by miscellaneous trees, he quickly climbed a tall fir tree, which was a master of tree climbing, and this change of escape really worked, and he even shook off the hound. It was a pause, it didn't dare to move on a tree branch more than three meters above the ground, and it could faintly hear the buzzing of wasps, and it was thinking about how to escape to safety. There was no way out, and it was worried that the hunter would come and pull the trigger with his gun aimed at himself in the tree, and a kind of instinctive terror made it tremble. Although the hound did not know that it had climbed the fir tree, it had already discovered the weasel's movements with a particularly sensitive sense of smell, and was circling the fir tree, and sometimes climbed up with its two front legs holding the fir tree, and if it could not climb, it would bite, but it was useless, so it had to raise its head and look at it and bark wildly. To make matters worse, it could hear the footsteps of hunters approaching.

After a while, the whets' buzzing intensified, and the big yellow didn't look at it, but heard the hound that had just barked wildly and then snorted and chirped, and let out a strange cry of pain, as if he had turned a sharp turn of defeat and disarmed. What's going on? Rhubarb quietly looked down, but saw a black crushed poisonous bee fall on the hound's head, body, and even the fallen tail, and it screamed in pain. How can there be so many poisonous bees? Rhubarb subconsciously twisted his neck to look up, it turned out that there was a gourd-sized wasp's nest at the top of the fir tree, and the howling of the hound disturbed the wasp, so it was attacked by a swarm of wasps. Seeing this, Rhubarb took the opportunity to climb down the fir tree, and before the hound could not pursue it, it had already fled.

Rhubarb said that it saved the day, thanks to the rescue of the wasp, although the wasp in order to protect themselves, by the way, it let it pick up a bargain, but it is still extremely grateful to the wasp.