Ahhh

He also wanted such a big tail.

You can hold it in your arms, pilllow it under your head, and bite your big tail in your mouth to play with when you are bored.

He looked up for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the snow leopard sitting in the middle had already finished eating the rock sheep, and there was silence all around, and eyes, big and small, were quietly looking at him.

was discovered!!

The strings in Musa's head snapped and he was petrified, so nervous that he didn't know where to put his feet.

Finally, he retracted his feet little by little, put them on his tail, and rubbed them crampedly.

The snow leopard is still looking at it.

Following the snow leopard's line of sight, Musha looked down and saw a small paw pit appear on the long tail that he had stepped on before. The fur on the tail has been stepped on for too long, and it falls to both sides aggrievedly, and at first glance, it looks like a small piece of baldness.

Musha: It's over, it's really a pervert.

But he really can't be blamed, the big fluffy tail flicked in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help it at all. At this moment, he was even a little cranky.

Under the gaze of the snow leopard, he stretched out his paws, straightened out the fur that he had pressed down, then withdrew his paws, sat upright, and meowed at the snow leopard with a weak heart.

Look, restored.

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Musha pushed his tail out.

If he gets angry, he can also contribute his tail and let the snow leopard step back.

Back and forth, this is not even.

Musa pretended to be calm and looked over, and the survival in the wild in the past few days had increased his psychological quality a lot.

At the same time, his intuition told him that the big cat was not angry.

Musha: No, he does.

Intuition: No!

The snow leopard's big ice-like eyes just looked at him like that, and didn't say a word.

Musha saw that when he pushed his tail out, the snow leopard tilted its head and stepped on the spot with its big paws, as if it was also restraining some impulse.

I have to say that this appearance gives Musa a sense of familiarity.

It seemed like this when he wanted to flick his tail just now?

Before he could analyze it, he saw the snow leopard stand up and leave, its tail brushing past his side.

Intuition: Look, it's not lifeless.

After all, when no one's big cat is angry, the tip of the tail will pat and shake up and down.

Intuition: It's a big cat with a good temper!

Musha: Agreed!

Cats are creatures with a keen temperament, and once they find that they are indulged, they are easy to gain inches.

A bold guess popped up in Musa's mind.

This big cat just now, doesn't he really want to pet him, right?

The connivance of the two encounters made this kitten's already small courage swell.

Try it, just try it once!

He quietly followed, jumping up and hugging the snow leopard's big tail behind him.

The snow leopard was startled by him, and then pulled out his tail and struck Musha on the head with no light or heavy.

"Meow."

The snow leopard barked softly.

Quiet all around.

The birds behind them who were happily eating rock sheep stopped their movements and turned their heads in horror.

They are all birds that live near the valley, and the snow leopard often hunts, and likes to eat fresh meat, and he does not want to eat meat every other day, so he often comes out to hunt.

Over time, the birds in the valley were all cleaned up, and they didn't dare to grab them directly, so they kept the rules and waited until the snow leopard finished eating.

The cry of the snow leopard made them think that the snow leopard had not finished eating, and they were startled, thinking that they were going to be beaten again, but they saw the scene of the rabbit being knocked on the head with the tail of the snow leopard, and their eyes were round.

The vulture, which had been hit hard by the snow leopard with its tail, shrank its head and picked up the strip of meat that had just fallen to the ground in fright, and swallowed it, indignant.

Why, when they were beaten, they were hit by this long tail to the wings, and their bones were almost broken, but this time they only knocked lightly, and not even a red mark remained.

A few magpies filled their stomachs, and the big eyes of mung beans looked here vigorously, and after chattering together a few times, they fluttered their wings and flew away together.

When his head was knocked out, Musha subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the snow leopard had already jumped several times and disappeared.

Musa wagged his tail in confusion, a little overwhelmed.

Help, he seems to have been bewitched by a snow leopard

*

"You say, the snow leopard has a cub?"

The three magpies huddled together nodded in unison.

Yes yes.

That's right, that's right.

Cub cub.

Beneath the protruding rock, in a small cave formed by nature, a goshawk flapped its wings in confusion, and almost slapped out the magpies standing in front of the nest and flying to report the news.

"Lying." The goshawk shook its feathers and sneered, "He's a single leopard, how can he have cubs." ”

Three magpies, you look at me, I look at it, unconvinced. It's all cats, they all look the same, and they will feed them, but the smaller one looks a little fatter, so it's not a cub.

Yes, yes.

A very small one.

It's good for it.

Goshawk asked, "What's good?" ”

The magpies began to reminisce about the first meeting between the snow leopard and the rabbit, the meat on the ground, the big cat that followed when the rabbit returned to its nest, and everything that happened today. They stand tall and confidently summarize:

Feed him!

Let's go back to the nest!

I can touch my tail!

The goshawk was holding a branch and was building a nest, and when he heard the words, he raised his head in shock, and swept the branch in his mouth.

"Knock!?"

Magpie: Oh, the boss's nest has collapsed again.

"Don't worry about that." The goshawk walked a few steps awkwardly, blocking the scattered nests, and the light of gossip flashed in his eyes, "Come on, come on, talk about it in detail." ”

The author has something to say:

Goshawk: Come on, I seem to have heard terrible news!

Chapter 5

Musha stretched out his hand, hugged the thing in his arms, and rubbed it comfortably. It's a one-man tall, tail-like pillow.

The simulated pillow is covered with a thick layer of fluff, and after a sunny day of drying, each hair is filled with a warm sunshine breath, and when you bury your face in the fluffy hair, it makes people feel comfortable to the top of their heads.

So happy, he can live with this pillow for the rest of his life!

Lying on the bed, he rolled happily with his newly purchased pillow......

Immediately hit the bag in the head.

Musha rubbed his eyebrows and opened his eyes in confusion, and what caught his eyes was a small fluffy paw. I forgot that he had already crossed over, and now he is a little rabbit who lives independently, where is there online shopping.

He looked regretfully at the top of the soil in a daze.

Hey, it was just a dream.

The rabbit in the cave stretched out lazily, and its black velvet claws stretched out and bloomed into a small black plum blossom. He rolled on the spot, got up and shook the ash, and the light gray fluff on his body formed a continuous wave.

Stretching his muscles, Musha walked out of the soil hole, found a grass stalk and put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

It was a stump he had stumbled upon, a grass stem of an unknown plant, simply and crudely called a sweet grass stem. It has a faint sweetness when chewed, with a sweet aftertaste. It's just that one is too short, he can't help but eat it in a few bites, and it is not tolerant to be stored, and it will dry up on the third day after harvesting.

The nearby circle of sweet grass stems was swept away by him in a few days, this was the last one, Musha smashed it in his mouth, and spit out the sweet grass stalks after he couldn't chew the taste.

In addition to the sweet grass stems, he also ate wild fruits from bushes, which tasted sweet, sour, juicy, and very delicious. It's a pity that the sweet grass and wild fruits can't fill the stomach, and if Musa wants to hunt, he won't have time to keep guarding the wild fruits, and when he returns, the wild fruits will be eaten by the birds first.

When it came out, it was not very bright, and the refreshing autumn breeze blew the straw stalks rattling. He didn't go to the valley he had been frequenting lately, but first looked for the mother rabbit and her cubs, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

The mother rabbit moved in the middle, and Musha crossed half the territory before finding it.

As usual, the mother rabbit has already gone out to hunt, and the little rabbits are much older than when they first met, and they come out of the hole, all with their little heads down, and seriously search for their prey.

Musa lay on the rock, sucked the rabbit for a while, and then took a moment to go outside.

The four little rabbits had long since forgotten Musha, and when they spotted him, they immediately retreated into their burrows.

They huddled together and watched as the strange rabbit brought five fat voles and arranged them in a row in front of the burrow.

Musha didn't care if the little ones could understand him, and blocked the mouth of the cave, and there was a burst of meowing inside.

Little ones, I'm going to move, and I won't come here after that, so that your mother won't worry every day.

These five voles are a gift for you, don't eat them all, remember to leave one for your mother.

But I live in the valley next to it, and if you don't have anything to eat, you can come to my place and eat a pika, and let me for a day.