Why do white boars like to bully tigers so much?

One is because tigers are good hunters and can always catch relatively large prey.

It's enough to eat for a long time at a time, and it doesn't care if the food is fresh or not.

Sometimes it prefers slightly rotten food so that it is easier to chew.

Meat that is too fresh is more troublesome to chew and easy to stuff your teeth.

The second is that the tiger can't climb trees and must fight it on the ground.

In fact, the more important reason is that the tiger used to like to bully it and always wanted to eat it.

I remember several times when it almost died in the mouth of that damn tiger.

It's taking revenge now, and it's happy.

In fact, the white boar also thought about killing the tiger, but it was not as fast as the tiger!

Its limbs are too short for pursuit.

After defeating the tiger for the first time, the tiger has a long memory, and every time he sees it, he runs away.

I don't even fight him head-on lately, and I run away when I see it.

But the white boar felt that he could finally kill the damned tiger, because it felt that it was getting stronger, growing in size and strength.

It's getting easier and easier to defeat that tiger.

Now only elephants in the whole forest can compare to its size, but elephants are not as strong as it.

It has a hunch that it will grow bigger and bigger, and will soon be able to surpass the elephant.

Now, however, it was reluctant to kill the damned tiger.

If the tiger died, it would be difficult for other animals to get such a large amount of food, and it would have to find food on its own.

But now it's so white and so clean, if you go to find food yourself, won't you have to make yourself dirty?

And it was tiring and dangerous to find food on its own, so now it only needs to find the tiger.

This stupid tiger is really stupid, and his brain is not as good as a pig's brain.

I always like to defecate in the open, and I don't like to take a bath, so let's keep this cute stupid tiger.

The white boar's favorite thing to think about now is how to bully that stupid tiger.

How could it think about that?

Why is he happy?

I remember many years ago, it didn't bother with how to bully a tiger at all.

Because it has to arch a lot of cabbage every day, oh no, it has to secretly go to the farmer's house to arch cabbage.

The cabbage in the farmer's house is so delicious, but now its body will be found as soon as it appears on the ground.

Those farmers were so powerful, they hit it all over the body, and the cabbage field, which was originally arched well, suddenly had a lot of pits.

If it hadn't gotten bigger, if it hadn't gotten stronger, it would have been the dinner of those farmers, who are so cunning.

I still remember that later it arched back and forth in the mountains every day, just for a bite to eat, and the tired one was called miserable.

It was always hungry, and sometimes it was bullied by tigers, if it weren't for the fact that it always had a thick layer of mud on its body at that time.

A few times I was really close to being succeeded by this damn tiger.

How did you think of that tiger again, how nice it would be if it were a tigress?

Ay... Hey?

Is a male wild boar a good match with a tigress?

This is a question worth pondering.

Look at a wild boar as strong as me, and the whole forest can't find a second;

A wild boar as white as mine could not be found in the whole forest;

Look at a wild boar as clean as mine, and I can't find a second one in the whole forest.

In the midst of its thoughts, a scent wafted into its nose, albeit only a faint scent.

But the nose of the white boar moved with the fragrance, how could it be so fragrant?

It's the smell of food, it's the smell of food it's never eaten, it's so special, it's like I've smelled it before, but I've never eaten it.

The white boar shook its huge head vigorously.

Its head, which took up almost half of its entire body, put its cranky thoughts aside.

How could I think that? It doesn't know what's wrong with itself.

It doesn't even know how it started thinking about things, and it doesn't bother with that.

Sniffing vigorously with his nose, not only did his strength and size increase, but his sense of smell, hearing, and vision were all improving.

With a light sniff, he easily determined a direction, and then looked at the food in front of him, a little reluctant.

As soon as the inspiration moved, he took a bite of the food, and threw it into the sky, and the bristles stood up, and the food fell from the sky, and was forked by the hard bristles.

This white boar actually walked away with food on his back, a little like a hedgehog spirit.

If it were seen by humans, it would be incredible.

However, this is true, this is a white wild boar that does not waste food.

Although there is more delicious food waiting for it, it will not throw away the food at the moment.

The great wild boar carried its food on its back, climbed over a mountain, and had already gone a long way.

But that's nothing to it now, and it still has a lot of stamina.

And it actually walks very fast, because it walks in a straight line, as long as the tree is not too thick, it will directly hit it, and it is too lazy to go around.

So when it walked by, a passage was formed behind it.

When it had gone a long way down the valley, it finally saw the source of the scent.

It said to itself in its heart, its nose was better than before, and it smelled it so far away.

It is estimated that it is a good hunting dog, and its nose will not be better than that of this white wild boar.

Especially when it comes to finding delicious food, although it is not a picky eater, it is also able to make do.

But it still prefers to eat delicious food, and the love of food has become part of its life.

So for the sake of delicious food, it feels worthwhile to run so far.

However, when it saw the amount of delicious food, it was angry.

It's too little, how can it be enough to eat, it has traveled so far, but it's not just to eat such a little bit of food.

It wants more, more, more food...

And just a little bit, it's about to be gone.

I saw a golden retriever monkey, constantly sending the little food left into his mouth.

Although it's a long way away.

The white boar's eyes are very good, just like its sense of smell, and its eyesight is also very useful in seeing food.

When the white boar saw that the food was almost gone, a roar resounded throughout the valley.

"Drink, drink. ”

I saw that the four little short hooves of the white wild boar emitted a terrifying force, and charged towards the golden retriever monkey with an invincible momentum.

The speed of the white boar and the majesty of the momentum are unparalleled for a while.

All the trees that stood in its way were broken, and all the stones were knocked away.

There was a flame burning in the eyes of the white boar.

It turned out that the golden monkey eating there was none other than King Kong.

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