Chapter 4 Chapter 3 The Little Rascal of the Full Moon

On the first night in the new home, the little wolf slept soundly. When I woke up at dawn, I saw him lying on his side safely in my arms, his legs curled up loosely, his eyes closed tightly, and his little paws contracted from time to time like a baby clenching a fist. Maybe all babies sleep Always cute.I gently leaned sideways on the head of the bed, resting my chin on one hand, admiring the little guy's sleeping appearance.In the past, when he was resting in the studio, he was always woken up by the bluffing fox before dawn, and then hid in fear. When had he enjoyed such a peaceful and peaceful morning.I stretched out my index finger, and carefully touched the depression between the little wolf's forehead and the bridge of the nose. I slid my fingertips across the top of the head, and slowly touched the back along the direction of the fluff, and finally stroked the pitifully thin tail. How many mothers can experience this kind of alternative mother-child feelings?Looking at the little wolf sleeping soundly in my arms, I also had a serene smile on the corner of my mouth like all mothers. I don’t know if he will grow into a beautiful and heroic wolf in the future, and whether he will be attached to me, the human mother, If he returns to the grassland to have children in the future, can I summon a pack of wolves with a long howl?In the boundless imagination, there is a strange sense of happiness in my heart.

When the sun shone on the golden lanugo of the pup, he stretched his back slightly, yawned, and woke up.He licked his nose, half-opened his eyes, and then yawned so exaggeratedly that his ears were pushed to the back of his head by the yawn.Suddenly, the little wolf's intoxicated yawn came to an end. He stretched his neck, his ears popped up, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. , I probably recalled the matter of moving.I giggled, it seems that this guy's memory is not very good. The little wolf jumped out of bed, shook his fur, and began to inspect this new environment again.He was both novel and nervous about all the furnishings in the room. He walked around the room slowly, sniffed everything, and tilted his head to look at it for a while.

In the new environment, the courage that the little wolf had just sprouted a few days ago was restrained, and he dared not go out even when I opened the door wide open. Once he leaned over to the door and looked around, and I called softly, He immediately wobbled back to me with his bandy legs crossed.If I push his butt under the bed, he immediately obeys the order and hides. My warning works for him again. I am secretly glad that the move is a perfect move. For the unfamiliar environment, the little wolf will at least be honest. Take a while to get used to it. I felt that some daily necessities needed to be added to the house, so I simply made a list, and while the little wolf was patrolling around in a daze, I quietly closed the door and went out.This new home is the safest place, and I don't have to worry about anyone finding him anymore.

After I finished shopping, I put the things in my hand on the shoe cabinet, closed the door and saw that the little wolf was really honest, hiding under the bed without saying a word.I happily called out: "Woo, woo, little wolf, little wolf, liberate!" The little wolf jumped out from under the bed like a whirlwind, and charged straight at me, with a white patch on his chest. what is this?I took a closer look, and was instantly frightened out of my wits. The little wolf rushing towards me was foaming at the mouth, running all the way, his chest was covered with white foam from the spit.

Rabies? !I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do, I didn't have time to think about it, I jumped into the bathroom next to me, and closed the door with a "bang".Immediately afterwards, the little wolf, who had no time to brake, slammed into the glass door with a "boom", and fell on his back.He got up and whined, and scratched the frosted glass door with his sharp claws, "creak, creak..." The sound of his toenails scratching the glass scratched my heart like a ghost digging out his heart.I frantically locked the lock, my mind went blank, why was there no sign of coyotes' rabies beforehand?

It suddenly occurred to me that I was scratched by the little wolf’s teeth two days ago, and my palms were bitten and bleed when I fed the little wolf milk for the first time in the grassland. Keep your eyes fixed on the headlight of the mirror—the most typical symptom of rabies is that you are afraid of light and water.The bright lights made my sight full of wandering spots of light, and the sound of the water flow seemed particularly ear-piercing.I hastily turned off the faucet, my legs were weak and I fell to the ground. It was over. The mortality rate of rabies was 100%. I guess it was the incubation period. I wanted to make a will in an instant.

The little wolf was still scratching at the door, and even opened his mouth to bite the crack of the door, and sheets of white foam rubbed on the glass.I had to escape anyway. I looked around and thought of a way to get out, but there was a broom leaning against the corner of the wall.I was desperate, I opened the door and knocked the little wolf to the ground with a "slap", and grabbed the back of his neck with my left hand to avoid the minions and picked him up.After controlling the mad wolf, I looked around in a daze, what should I do with him? The little wolf was held in my hand, as always, with four paws lowered to cooperate obediently, and his face was full of excitement, his mouth was wide open and his tongue was sticking out, breathing happily, his eyes were full of excitement and intimacy to welcome his mother back.This doesn't sound like a disease, does it?I hesitated, because I really couldn't associate him with the word "mad wolf".While I was wondering, a familiar sweet scent suddenly penetrated into my nostrils, and I sniffed it closer, the boy’s breath was very fresh, I suddenly remembered something, hurried back to the room, and looked under the bed, sure enough, half a piece of toothpaste The tube was lying on the ground, riddled with holes from being bitten, and the toothpaste squeezed out was licked clean.

I couldn't laugh or cry, I threw away the little wolf, and sat down in front of the bed: "Little guy, you scared me to death!" The little wolf was beaten for no reason, but he still couldn't hide his excitement when he saw me. He stretched his neck and licked my face with his warm little tongue. It was itchy and smelled like toothpaste. The symptoms of rabies also seemed to disappear without a trace.I let out a long sigh of relief, dumbfounded.But this also reminded myself that the cub must be vaccinated against rabies after weaning, and the sooner I am immunized, the better.

There was a small bag on the little wolf's head. The wolf is a guy who remembers to eat, beat and hold grudges.This was the first time he was beaten, and from then on, the little wolf hated the broom, the thing that had knocked him into darkness, dragged it out when he had nothing to do, gnawed it violently, and vented his grievances fiercely.I changed three brooms in one month, and each was worse than the last. If he likes to bite, let him bite, it is by nature, and the little wolf of the full moon is a mischievous and destructive little boy.This stage is when he is teething, and the new teeth are sprouting like bamboo shoots, and the roots of his teeth are extremely itchy. As he grows up, table legs, curtains, furniture, wires, and electrical appliances will inevitably become his molars. toys.Biting the floor, gnawing the corner of the wall, sleeping under the quilt, climbing into the toilet to drink water; I was washing clothes and found that the bathroom was dripping water all over the floor - the little wolf pulled out the hose of the washing machine; I opened the umbrella , The umbrella cover has been torn into strips like a big jellyfish... Every morning when I wake up, I can’t find a slipper, no need to ask, it’s in his nest.

As long as the little wolf is happy, he even dares to treat me as a toy.My hair is so long that it reaches down to my calves, and I usually like to braid it into a long braid and hang it behind my head.I don't know if this is the mother wolf's tail in the eyes of the little wolf. He is very interested in the long braid that is swaying back and forth. Playing on the swing, it hurt so much that I grabbed my braids and screamed.The more I told the little wolf to play, the more vigorously I had to open his mouth and pick out the strands of hair from the braid from between his sharp teeth.From then on, I tied up my hair and tied it into a big bun on the back of my head. Suddenly, the little wolf lost its mother's tail and circled around me in disappointment.Soon, he discovered a new way to play - when I squatted down to pack my things, the little wolf simply climbed up from my back, grabbed the bun and sat on my head, watching me busy with interest.I was standing tall, and he quickly grabbed hold of the bun like an electric shock, humming nervously and happily like a child riding a roller coaster, and his little tail brushed the back of my neck itchyly.

I indulge the little wolf very much. Although I have taught the fox to be very obedient, I never use the method of teaching the dog to restrain the little wolf. He can do whatever he likes, let nature take its course and keep him wild and rebellious. He should learn Survival skills like discerning food and hunting are more important than human-pleasing tricks like ball-catching and shaking hands.He is not a pet, he has wild blood flowing in his body, he should retain the wolf's ambition, nature likes the ambition of animals. Ever since I settled down here with the little wolf, I’ve been shut out all day and haven’t had any contact with anyone. Every day I wake up and whine wolf-tongue with the little wolf. Will not tangle.My father has the habit of keeping a diary. He wrote down the growth record from childhood to adulthood for his beloved little granddaughter Tongtong.I used to feel that my father's records were too trivial, but since I had Little Wolf, I realized this feeling. When I started to love my child and put my heart into him, he became a "story king", almost every day came out funny , Exasperating, respectable, hateful, and lamentable stories are full of joy.So whenever the night was quiet, I wrote the little wolf in my diary.At first, it was just some records of his growth status and physical recovery. Later, some interesting things and observations became part of my diary, like a mother who is surprised, delighted and encouraged by every step of her child's growth.I found that living alone with a wolf cub was not at all boring. The little wolf's body is changing astonishingly, every day is different, and often when he wakes up in the morning, he feels that the little wolf is a circle bigger than yesterday.He is full moon, 52 cm long from the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail, about 10 cm long from the tail, standing upright from the forefoot to the tip of the ear, 31 cm tall, and weighs 2 kg.During this period, the pups grow very fast, and the little ears that were pitifully attached to the head a week ago have become stiff in a few days, and they are trying hard to absorb the nutrient solution like petals waiting to bloom. , Facing the light, a trace of light red capillaries distributed in the transparent ear bones faintly appeared.Playing around, the little wolf would suddenly prick up the pair of petal ears, then quickly turn around and run back to the bed without making a sound.Don't ask, his keen hearing tells him that someone is coming.Neighbors returning home, repairing water and electricity, and changing door locks, he can even lurk under the bed for hours without saying a word, until the stranger leaves before disarming and getting out.The little wolf is also much more accurate in identifying the direction by listening to the sound. When I call him, he can run in the direction of the sound accurately, instead of being confused for a while before finding me like a week ago. There is still some light blue in the little wolf's eyes, like a layer of mist that is slowly thinning, and it is gradually fading away, but his eyesight seems to be not very good. Often a piece of food is placed in front of him and he cannot see it, and he has to use his nose to look blindly and anxiously. Sniff to find. The little guy's body is covered with two coats of fur.A layer of short black fluff is about 1 cm long, dense and fluffy, used to keep warm, blowing on the fur, the soft fluff lays down but does not reveal the flesh, but the fur of the puppy fox is exposed under the breath Pink skin, it can be seen that the density of wolf fur is far greater than that of dogs.This layer of black down has two functions: to keep warm and to absorb heat from the sun.On top of the black fluff there is a layer of sharp, thin, and long golden hairs, 2 to 3 cm long, evenly dense, and the roots are upright and straight like steel needles. The golden color of the hair tip shines brightly in the sun, as if it is a thorn. Instead of hair, even if you touch it, it will hurt your hand. The domineering wolf hair makes people know that he is a wild thing at a glance.Sniffing his fur carefully, there is a faint wolf smell mixed with the sweet milk fragrance, just like a young wolf boy. As the saying goes, "a dog with a cocked tail, a wolf with a pinched tail", I always thought that the little wolf couldn't wag his tail, but I didn't expect him to, but he wasn't as agile as a dog, he shook his tail like a chrysanthemum, and if he wanted to describe it more like a car wiper— —straight, stiff, with a great arc, and more frequent tail wagging when he is eager to beg and submissive.At this time, the little guy's tail is a conical shape with a thick tip and a thin tip, the tip is pitifully thin and trembling like a bald pen, but the base of the little tail suddenly becomes thicker, firmly planted on the little wolf's buttocks, lest it won't be firmly rooted. As if someone snapped it off. In the past, I always thought that the earliest mature sense of wolf cub was smell, but soon I found out that I was wrong. The first thing he used to sense was touch. It was the nerve endings densely distributed on the pads of his paws. Especially noticeable when immature and sensitive.Before the pup opens its eyes, it uses its small paws to grope for the nipple of the mother wolf and sense the presence of siblings.After growing up, whenever a situation arises, he first stands still on all fours, allowing his little paws to feel the slight vibration of the ground as much as possible. Sometimes the little paws grasping the ground contract nervously, and then immediately move his nose wings and nostrils. Collect the smell, then use the sense of hearing to turn the head and ears to look for the source of the abnormal sound. The movements are almost continuous but there is still a slight sequence. The primary senses, the last to mature is vision. I have left precious photos of many first times in the little wolf's life. The little wolf is especially interested in my camera. Every time I squat down to take a picture, he will quickly run over and smell and lick the camera. As a result, many of my photos showed a furry mouth and exaggerated big nose, and the camera lens was often licked. The cub's first month was almost spent in a lot of sleep. He was very naughty and playful, but his energy was limited. He often became sleepy after playing for a while. The child is trying to climb up, so cute.I gently supported his round buttocks to help him climb up, the little guy hummed tiredly and slipped into my arms, with heavy eyelids, he soon fell asleep.From the first time he opened his eyes in my arms, my arms were his most instinctive yearning.I gently covered his body with my hands, felt this strange family affection in the sound of his soft breathing, fell into a dream, and slept with the wolf. One day, after I was busy cleaning and calling for takeaway, I looked down at Little Wolf with his head on one side and his ears pricked up, looking at me in puzzlement, as if he was surprised by what I was talking to himself just now, of course Little Wolf didn’t understand What is the telephone that humans use to communicate.I knelt down and stroked his curious little head, and he climbed up on me and repeatedly sniffed the cell phone I had just used through his pocket.I laughed, and simply took out the phone and put it in front of his nose. He sniffed it carefully, then stretched out his thin pink tongue to lick it, tasted it, aftertaste, suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on it. In the past, the four claws gnawed at one pass, and the soft button felt great when grinding the deciduous teeth. Every time the button was bitten, it would make a sharp beep sound, like a dying prey in his mouth, calling for help. The hoarse button The sound seemed to be the greatest encouragement to his biting efforts. The more the little wolf played, the more excited he became. In his eyes, this mobile phone is simply an unkillable living thing.No matter how you bite, there will be a cry.Biting and biting, suddenly a cheerful ringtone rang from the other end of the phone, and then a thick male voice rang out from the microphone: "Hello?" The little wolf was startled, and looked towards the door with his ears pricked up. The phone dropped with a "dang" sound. The little wolf backed away in fright, hiding under the bed as he did every time he heard a stranger break in. "Hello?" There was another sound, and the little wolf realized that the source of the sound was not from outside the door, but from among the "little prey" that did not threaten him. He crawled out carefully, poking his little nose He sniffed. "Hello? Talk?" The voice on the other end of the phone became anxious. The little wolf was full of interest, lowered his head and swayed his ears, like a big fox listening to the movement of a mole in the ground, listening to the voice on the phone with all his attention. Suddenly he jumped up, bit the phone and shook it violently. With a "snap", the mobile phone fell to the corner of the wall with a "comminuted fracture".The little wolf quickly stepped forward and sniffed each of the dismembered parts, bit a few more pieces, tilted his head and tasted them, and spat them out with a wrinkled brow.After destroying it, he immediately lost interest in the phone that was no longer responding, as if he felt that the "prey" had been bitten to death by him. The little wolf finally got tired of playing, he struggled to climb onto the sofa, got into my arms, yawned and fell asleep.I fell asleep for a while, and then I heard a knock on the door, and the little wolf turned over and jumped off the sofa and hid under the bed.I rubbed my sleepy eyes and got up to open the door, it was Yifeng.As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Are you okay?" At the same time, he scanned every part of my hands, ankles, and neck, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "You just called me and didn't say anything. Hey, I hung up with a 'snap' and I couldn't get through anymore, I was worried that something happened to you, so I ran over to check." "Little Wolf was playing with his phone just now." I smiled, "Why are you so nervous?" Yifeng sighed nervously, went into the room and sat on the sofa: "You are alone with the wolf, how could I not be worried? I have been dreaming a lot recently, dreaming that a wolf bites down on your neck while you are sleeping .” The little wolf had already heard the sound of Yifeng who had hugged him, and ran out from under the bed affectionately, rolled to Yifeng like a ball, spread his little paws and hugged his legs firmly, humming Humming and acting like a baby, she turned her stomach over and twisted it left and right for him to touch. "He still remembers me?" Yifeng was a little surprised, Xiaolang had only met him once.For the cub’s cognitive development, three months is an important dividing line. In the first three months, the cub will remember the smells of his companions who came to visit him, and classify these smells as partners and relatives— —Because the wolf cubs three months ago were under the strict protection of the wolf mother, and the things that were allowed to come into contact with were screened, filtered and guided by the responsible wolf mother, so the taste of these things was classified by the wolf cub They are harmless and friendly, and the important cognitions during this period will be engraved in the cub's mind for life. Even if he grows up and doesn't see him for many years, he can still recognize his childhood relatives.At the same time, keeping in mind the taste of the mother and littermates can also avoid inbreeding in the future.Three months later, the range of activities of the little wolf becomes wider, and the mother wolf cannot protect him in every aspect. The little wolf needs to judge the danger by himself, and will instinctively fear and reject strange things. At this time, he will easily recognize the smell Classified as harmful, threatening, other wolves or other animals or even people that appear at this time will be classified as his competitors, prey or enemies, and he will keep these smells in mind.So after three months, it is more difficult for the cubs to accept and get close to strangers. Yifeng stretched out his hand to touch the young wolf's delicate, hairless, smooth belly. The wonderful baby-like touch made Yifeng's tense expression more relaxed, and I felt his heart move slightly.The little wolf happily shook Yifeng's palm with its front paws, and its back paws trembled comfortably under his touch.Yifeng avoids the little wolf's sharp minions, and gently holds him in his arms, with a rare tenderness in his eyes: "What's the name of the little thing?" "No name." "Then what do you call him?" "Woo, woo, woo, woo..." I yelled a few times, and the little wolf immediately crawled towards me.Yifeng shrugged his eyebrows in surprise, learned a few times, and Xiaolang tilted his head and stared at him—"I don't understand".After some hard work, Yifeng smiled wryly: "I can't imitate your voice. Seeing that he is so smart and spiritual like a child, let's give him a name." I was moved for a while, the name is a kind of recognition, it is a kind of intimacy maintenance, and Yifeng gave the little wolf a name, which means acceptance.But naming is really a brain-intensive job. "A wolf?" "It's best not to bring the word wolf, keep a low profile!" "Black Panther?" "Don't use the names of other animals to confuse the public." "blast?" "That's the name of the horse." "Where is Yifeng?" "Looking for a beating?" The two of us sat there one after the other and made names. The little wolf stood between the two of us, listening curiously, scratching his little head with his paws after turning over, and yawning as if he didn't hear a name that satisfied him. .When he was bored, he climbed down to the ground and began to tear and bite his slippers.Looking at his fangs, Yifeng became a little worried again: "Look, he is a meat eater, one day he will swallow you alive while you are sleeping." "Pull it down, I'm not Little Red Riding Hood." Suddenly, Yifeng clapped his hands: "I think of a name!" "I think of one too!" "Green!" Yifeng said it first. I nodded again and again. The fairy tale of the Brothers Grimm's "Little Red Riding Hood" has caused many people to have prejudice against wolves, inexplicable fear and hatred since childhood. The terrifying image of Grandma Wolf is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.The stories that were fabricated purely for entertainment in the past have become the mainstream consciousness, but these deceptive concepts are instilled in children who lack the ability to distinguish, and they affect their judgment of objective things at the very beginning.For my wolf son, I hope to rewrite his own real story, recording his growth experience from childhood to adulthood.English is called "Green", the color of the little wolf's eyes, the color of the grassland. "Green!" The little wolf's ears pricked up, listening to our unique call that only belonged to him. "Green! Green!" We called one after another, and little Green turned over and shook his hair, ran over affectionately, gave me the scarred slippers, kissed and licked both of us, it seemed that he also liked the name. Yifeng took a closer look at Green's teeth. The pointed deciduous teeth were like steel nails, and the upper half was slightly transparent.Yifeng gently let go of the little wolf's mouth, feeling rather complicated: "Go home, I'm worried about you being here alone. You can visit him every day and bring him meals." "That's not a prison visit? After I left for a while, the cubs looked for me everywhere, and it was stated in the information that the mother wolf is very responsible. In the first three months, the female wolf took care of the cubs every step of the way except for drinking water." .” "Then what if the 'she wolf' starved to death herself? Can I live by eating only biscuits?" Yifeng stomped his feet back and forth angrily, picked up the wallet key, opened the door and walked out. "where did you go?" Yili raised his hand without looking back: "The male wolf will go hunting for you!" A warm feeling slowly surged in my heart, and Green felt loved by another person. The next morning, I got up and cleaned up, and planned to go out and buy a new thermometer. It turned out that the electronic thermometer had been bitten by Green and made it "nervous". The last time I measured it, it was 40 degrees Celsius, which shocked me. It's like facing a big enemy.Re-measure and look again: 80 degrees Celsius, this is obviously "liing military information".Some so-called modern technology is too fragile, it is more reliable to buy a traditional thermometer.Of course, people who make electronic thermometers probably never thought that this instrument would have to pass the level of Langya.I saw that Green was still obsessed with playing with the toilet brush, so I quietly closed the door and went downstairs. When I came back and opened the door, I couldn't help being surprised!The room was in total chaos: rice noodles were scattered all over the floor, the floor’s foot line was dug out, the plants on the balcony became broken branches and leaves, and the rolls of paper in the bathroom were dragged out like a carpet for the head of state. The same spread all the way to the balcony, face towels and diaries were torn all over the floor.The wires of the washing machine and the refrigerator were bitten off, and he was not charged. What surprised me even more was that the washing machine moved more than one meter away from its original position. I don’t know where the wolf cub is so big. Pull it hard.There was a big hole on the wall behind the washing machine, which was the water meter monitoring port covered by a plastic baffle. Green must have a soft spot for cold and dark caves.The film on the surface of the refrigerator was scratched terribly, the TV was turned on, and an advertisement was playing "babbling".The computer mouse was pulled off and thrown on the ground, and the desk was covered with wolf paw prints.The honey pot was overturned and rolled on the edge of the table. There was not much honey left in the pot, so I hurriedly helped the honey pot up. Green fell asleep peacefully on the sofa with a big belly stretched out, accompanied by a little snoring, the TV remote control that had been pulled out of the battery was pressed under his fat buttocks, his mouth and head were covered with sticky Gooey honey, what a sweet dream.Hearing the sound of the door opening, Green glanced at me with half-closed eyes, and simply shook his tail as a greeting: "Mom, I'll take care of today's lunch by myself." Obviously after doing such a "big career", Green was tired and slept soundly.He can't even climb up normally, why did he get on the sofa when he asked for my help?Looking at the cardboard box in front of the sofa, I understood. This guy pulled out the cardboard box containing the lamp from under the bed and placed it in front of the sofa as a footrest.But how did Green go up to the nearly one-meter-high table to steal honey?It really puzzles me. It is said that wolves can build wolf ladders, but how did this single little wolf get on the table?The only explanation is that with the help of the newspaper rack made of soft cloth next to it, Green, who has just been full moon, can make good use of the environment.It seems that there is a truth to the saying that wolves can learn anything when they are hungry.Today, the sweet honey I found instead of milk filled the stomach of the hungry little wolf.And I finally understood the real origin of the phrase "a mess." By the time I finished cleaning up the house destroyed by Green, it was dusk.The honey in Green's belly was almost digested, and he began to climb off the sofa.I took him to the balcony, took a raw egg and rolled it in front of him. When Green saw the egg for the first time, he was a little overwhelmed, but his instinct told him that it was edible. After sniffing and rolling it a few times, he still couldn't handle the round object.I took ham sausage and smeared a little meat on the eggshell, and he became more aggressive. He held the egg in his mouth and tried to find a way around. When he didn’t pay attention, the egg slipped from his mouth and fell to the ground, making a crack , a faint fishy smell oozes from the cracks, Green is even more excited, circling around the egg, seems to figure out a clue, he pressed his paws on the egg, the floor tiles of the balcony are very smooth, a little force, slippery The egg was quickly ejected, rolled and hit the foot of the wall, and broke!Green excitedly ran over to lick the egg yolk and egg white, and even chewed and swallowed the eggshell until he licked all the ground, enjoying himself endlessly.After that, I gave him a raw egg every day, and he would eat it after playing with it, which is very good for his rapidly developing ear cartilage. Green is growing stronger every day, and if his body temperature is normal, I will be ready to vaccinate him.I used a thermometer to measure his rectal temperature. Green was very awkward and hated the thermometer being inserted into his ass. After the measurement, he stared at the thermometer in my hand viciously. The thermometer I put on the desk disappeared the next day Yes, I found someone sweating profusely in the bottom drawer of the table, at the head of the bed, for fear that the glass mercury thermometer would be bitten by Green, scratching him, or even poisoning him to death!But Green was still safe and sound, and no glass shards were found in the house. The thermometer was like this "no one alive, no dead body", which became a suspicious case. A few days later, the toilet was blocked. Workers were invited to clear the sewer pipes, and after a long time, they took out the thermometer that had been missing for many days. Green did it!He actually knew that this nasty thing made of glass couldn't be chewed, so he threw it into the toilet instead, it's so disgusting! I dismissed the workers and called Green to start a serious education. Green tilted his head and listened for a few words, then suddenly stretched out his two front paws, slid forward together, and made a "stab" sound, like kowtowing on the smooth floor Stretch your body and get down on your stomach.I was taken aback: How can I do such a great gift today?Did he know he was wrong?Green stretched out his tongue and squinted at me, then fell asleep on the floor.It was only then that I realized that it was hot at noon, and this guy straightened his body and lay down on the ground, and pressed the hairless parts of his belly against the cool floor to maximize heat dissipation, so he would not feel remorse. At night, I sleep with the windows open, and the bright moon shines into the room. I soon fall asleep, but Green is tireless. He has already slept enough during the day.He leaned against the bed, wanting me to get up and play with him, but I turned over and ignored him.He whined in dissatisfaction, and after a while there was the sound of tinkling and tossing and making troubles in the room. I covered my ears tiredly and painfully, this guy was going to demolish the house again.Sure enough, "哗啦! Bang Bang Dangdang..." A series of loud noises—the washstand in the bathroom was pulled down by him, and then the sound of "Ba Da, Ba Da" licking with relish entered my ears again. I was afraid that he would eat indiscriminately again. Stand up and turn on the light to check——Green was licking the fruity shampoo with obsession. When he saw me coming, he licked his nose and suddenly blew out a big colorful bubble from his nostril. "Crack", the bubble burst Well, Green was startled, and licked his nose again, "Puff", there was another big bubble, Green jumped, licked, and blew again, and he actually enjoyed it.This guy can blow bubbles, what unexpected things will he do tomorrow?I moaned and cleaned the bathroom. Turning off the lights and going to bed, I suddenly found that Green's eyes shone like two blue gemstones under the clear moonlight.In fact, the eyes of the little wolf do not emit light, but the moonlight, starlight and other weak lights that can reflect into the eyes and gather on the iris of the eyes make the eyes shine, adding a bit of mystery to the little wolf in the dark With the movement of his figure, two phosphorous-like lights drag out a long light tail like a shooting star, which are the unique eyes of nocturnal animals. I touched a small black chocolate bean in my pocket, intending to test Green's night vision.I flicked out the chocolate beans with my fingertips calmly, with a few slight bumps, the chocolate beans bounced around the room, and finally landed somewhere, and the two phosphorous fires jumped out quickly and accurately, within a second After the clock came the sound of chewing chocolate beans. I admired him so much that I was almost blind in the darkness, but Green was born to be an elf of the night, the most favored child of the night god.The night gave Green's bright eyes, and I hope he will see the light in the future.