The crow, now even bolder, pecked Zhuangzhuang's butt again and plucked out a tuft of fur!
Zhuangzhuang finally felt something was amiss in his sleep, probably comparable to the sensation of a mosquito bite.
Pulling back his leg that was perched on the tree branch, he sat up groggily against the trunk and turned to look behind him.
The crow was incredibly crafty!
As one of the most despicable animals in the kingdom, it wouldn't dare to pull such stunts without having mastered the art of escape.
The moment Zhuangzhuang drew back his leg, the crow immediately took off, flapping its wings and slipping away like a thief.
Zhuangzhuang looked behind him in confusion, only to see a black shadow vanish into the sky in an instant.
What happened, there's nothing there! Was it just his imagination?
He lifted his foot, seemingly to scratch an itch, but his butt was in an awkward position and his foot couldn't quite reach, so halfway up, he put it down again.