Chapter 65 kite

There was a kite pecking at my feet.It has ripped boots and socks and is now pecking at my feet.It kept pecking, then flew anxiously around me a few times, and then went back to its work.A gentleman passed by, looked on for a while, and asked why I put up with this kite. "I can't resist," I said. "He started pecking when he came, and of course I wanted to drive him away, and I even tried to strangle him, but this beast is so powerful that he was ready to hit me in the face." Flop, then I'd rather sacrifice my feet. They're pretty much pecked to pieces now."

"How dare you endure such torture," said the gentleman, "one shot, and the kite will be finished." "Is that so?" I asked, "and would you like to do this?" "Yes," said the gentleman, "only I have to go home and get my gun. Can you wait another half hour?" "I don't know," I said. I stood stiffly in pain for a moment, then said, "Anyway, please try." "Okay," said the gentleman, "then I'll hurry." The kite listened quietly as we talked, looking back and forth between us.Now I can see that it has understood everything.It flew up, arched its body vigorously to gain enough momentum, imitated the appearance of a spearman, and pierced its sharp beak deeply into my body from my mouth.As I fell backward, I felt as if delivered, irretrievably drowned in my pool of blood that filled every hollow and overflowed every bank.