บท 117: Dogs Can't Change Their Habit of Eating Feces

Before the two of them reached their house, they heard the cuckoo noises of the short-winged bird. Several little animals of different species peered from outside, yearning to enter, but didn't quite dare to. Upon seeing them return, the little cubs fled and vanished in an instant.

"Pff." Bai Qingqing couldn't help but burst out laughing. She swung her legs gently to indicate for Curtis to set her down.

"Surely those fellows weren't thinking of eating the short-winged bird?" Bai Qingqing said as she walked into the house. "The short-winged bird hasn't been fed. It must be hungry."

As Curtis entered, the cuckoo noises stopped abruptly. Suddenly, it was all silence.

Unaware of what was going on, Bai Qingqing asked, "Where's the short-winged bird? It's so frightened of you that it's gone silent."

Cuckoo! The short-winged bird shrieked twice as Curtis grabbed it by its legs and brought it to her.