The second child came to a village, in front of a tiled house, and got into a small hole on the left side of the gate, and inside was a hall, and the chicken coop was placed in the corner of the hall, and suddenly heard a rooster announce the dawn, and he thought that even if he got into it, he might not be able to get the chicken. But it slipped to the edge of the cage, and found that the door of the chicken coop was closed, but it was not closed, it got in, stretched its neck, bit the throat of a chicken, and dragged it out, the chicken was not dead, and jumped desperately, but it couldn't make a sound, but the other chickens were "clucking" and croaking, this cry was not loud, but as long as the owner of the room woke up, it would be heard and alert.

But at this time, it was very coincidental that a donkey stretched out its voice and "crowed" non-stop, because of the loud sound, it naturally buried the small sound of the second thief chicken.

The second child held the chicken, in order to prevent it from struggling, bit off its throat, and a pool of blood flowed out, and jumped a few times, stretched his legs, hung down his wings, and died. The second child did not drag the chicken into the cave to share with the male weasel, but entered the secluded mountain forest, looked around to confirm that there was no danger, and then put down the chicken, and tore and ate the blood piece by piece, and after eating for a while, the feathers stuck to the mouth were wiped away one by one, and the blood stained a handful of the second child's beard. When I ate the buttocks, there was a hard-shelled egg waiting to be laid, and I felt that it was a hen. After a while, a pile of chicken feathers and their remains appeared on the ground. The second grinded his teeth, sniffed a few times, intentionally or unintentionally, and quietly came out of the woods, came to the cave, found a suitable place to put his body, and did not bother to pay attention to the bat flying overhead, and lay down quietly to rest.

The second child also hopes to have a sweet dream that can easily eat live chickens, but its eyelids are slightly closed, and it is only in a light sleep, and it has not fallen asleep, and of course it will not dream. It vaguely heard a strange sound, not like the sound of a bat, faintly, which made it more and more unable to sleep, so it simply got up and walked quietly in the cave following the sound. Suddenly, the second child was shocked, and a large python wriggled in the deeper depths. Weird! The second child has lived in this cave for nearly half a year, and he hasn't found this monster, why has it appeared now?

The second child moved his gaze to the other end of the python, causing its body to tremble, it turned out that a weasel with half of its head was swallowed by the python, and the hind legs and tail that were moving inside were still trembling weakly. It recognized it, it was a damn male weasel, because it had been wounded on its left hind leg and was branded with a bloody scab.

The second child was so frightened that he ran out of the cave and into the dense forest, never to return. When he heard the howl of the wolves, he climbed up a big tree, and hid under a cluster of fat green leaves, and through the cracks in the leaves, he saw the wolves scurrying in the woods, and several of them came to the bottom of the tree, and their eyes were green, and the forest was like electricity.

When the wolves had departed one after another, and it was already dawning, he saw a huge cliff hanging in the distance, and he climbed down the thick tree and slipped straight towards the huge cliff. There was a cave under the steep cliff, and it was a little cold and damp inside, and there was no exit, and it was not a safe place to live, but the weasel was accustomed to coming out by day and night, and the second child was no exception, and was frightened, and it was very tired, so it slept in this cave for the time being.

The family in the village had lost a hen and found it the next day. The head of the house, Chen Jie, was a hunter, and that night he was taking a hunting dog to the foot of the mountain to wait for the porcupine. Because recently, the sweet potato field on the farm has been attacked by porcupines, so he plans to clean up the beast. But when the porcupine was about to appear, the hounds smelled it from afar and met it, ready to bite the porcupine. As soon as the porcupine emerges from its canopy, the hounds silently pounce on it, intending to bite it by the throat and subdue it as it usually does with other animals.

It's a good idea, but when it comes to action, it's a big surprise. The hound came to the back of the porcupine, and suddenly bit its neck hard, this time it was broken, the porcupine shook its neck, turned around and ran into the forest, the hound did not chase, and screamed in pain, Chen Jie, who was holding a shotgun, understood that it was not appropriate to hunt porcupines with hunting dogs to help. The reason is that the porcupine is covered with spikes, including its neck, and when the hound bites it, it is natural to be hit by the spikes of chopsticks.

Chen Jie called the hound to his side, stroked it and let it lie on the ground, the hound obediently opened its mouth, Chen Jie turned on the flashlight, shined it into its mouth, and found that its palate was pierced into a porcupine's spike, he grabbed it, pulled it out violently, and a bubble of blood gushed out. The hound snorted and slowly quieted down.

The porcupine had disappeared without a trace, and Chen Jie stroked the hound and said: I will hunt the porcupine one day and avenge you. He secretly reflected: Originally, he could have killed the porcupine this time, but the mistake was not to bring this hunting dog, for the porcupine with long spines, it was difficult for the hunting dog to help if he wanted to, but it was easy to cause chaos. On the night of the third day, Chen Jie did not bring a hunting dog, and sure enough, he guarded the sweet potato field at the foot of the mountain and killed the porcupine that was wasting sweet potatoes with a shotgun.

Besides, on the night when the hound was injured by the porcupine's thorn, Chen Jie's hen was lost, and he didn't know that the hound then walked into the hall and went straight to the chicken coop to hum and sniff, and actually woke up the sleeping chickens, and they let out a small clucking sound in fear, and one by one they shrugged their necks and went straight into it. The door of the chicken coop was not closed, and Chen Jie didn't notice it, and after a while, the hound picked up a chicken feather from under the threshold of the hall and circled it around Chen Jie's side, Chen Jie thought that the hound was having fun.

The next morning, his wife Hu Shi grabbed a handful of rice and fed the cage chickens in the hall as usual, she habitually counted, and found that there was a hen that lay eggs missing from the flock, so she began to chatter, Chen Jie heard it and said: No wonder the hound smelled at the mouth of the chicken coop last night, could it be that there was a weasel or a wild cat?

That night, Chen Jie did not go out hunting, and in the middle of the night he heard the barking of the hounds, which aroused his alarm, he and his wife got up together, and looked at the chicken coop, the chicken coop door did not open, which was due to the loss of a hen and became more cautious The wife closed it, knowing that it was okay, the couple had to go back to bed. At this time, the hound ran over to repay the merit, wagging his tail and licking his tongue directly at Chen Jie's fingers, as if to say: It's okay, the wild things have been driven away by me, and there is no shortage of chickens in the cage. Chen Jie called this hound a big black, and he said: You are really good, big black, I can rest assured with you.

Two days later, Aunt Wu from the west end of the village ran over to Chen Jie and said: In the middle of last night, a rooster was lost in my chicken coop, and eighty percent of it was a weasel or something. You are a hunter, and you will take care of the evil for us. Chen Jie nodded, without saying much, since that night his family lost a hen, he had a stone in his heart, and subconsciously warned himself: If I don't destroy the wild thing that stole the chicken, am I still a hunter?