“Hey, two piggies.”
I looked for the voice owner, but I didn’t find them.
“What’s the matter?” My friend said.
“Someone called us two piggies,” I said.
“Then?”
“Aren’t you angry?”
“Why? They are correct. We are pigs.”
“Oh, I forgot. My bad memory.”
“Hey, two piggies.”
I looked for the voice owner, but I didn’t find them.
“What’s the matter?” My friend said.
“Someone called us two piggies,” I said.
“Then?”
“Aren’t you angry?”
“Why? They are correct. We are pigs.”
“Oh, I forgot. My bad memory.”
One night, I dreamt about a strawberry.
After I woke up, I thought about it; I wanted to eat strawberries. But where could I get it?
“In my yard, there was no one. In my neighbors’ yards, there was no one either. Where should I go to get a strawberry?
“In the jungle,” a crow said from a branch of a tree.
“In the jungle, there is a fox. You want to lure me to him to bite me to death, and then you will share my meat. I won’t go,” I said.
“Oh, you are not as stupid as I heard,” Crow said before he flew away.
“Hey piggie, let’s go swim,” Duck said.
“No. I’m hungry,” I said.
“Where I am going to swim, there is a lot of food nearby.”
“Let go.”
“Who said a pig and a cow could not be friends?” I said.
“No one says it,” they said.
“Oh, I was wrong. My bad. Sorry.”
“Hey buddy.”
I turned my face and saw two creatures hanging on my fence.
“Who are you?” I said.
“We are your neighbor,” they said.
“Oh, nice to meet you,” I said. “Welcome to Happy Village.”
While waiting six months to arrive, three of us worked like usual in the garden in the daytime. As evening arrived, I wrote a plan to promot...