I took the Scorpion; I never saw him smile so much as he laughed.The more angry I am, the more he laughs, it seems that the cat person's laugh is specially prepared to avoid being beaten.I asked him what he meant by asking people to visit me in the shower, but he didn't say it.I know he has a bad conscience, but I do not want to look at his cheap look, only to tell him:this move again, watch your scalp!
The next day I still went to the river.Before I got to the beach, I had seen a group of black and white, more than yesterday.I decided to wash my bath quietly so that I could see what was going on, and go back to work with the Scorpion.The sun came out, and I stood at the shallow water, pretending to draw water, looking at them.There was a large Scorpion, with a cat in it, with a lot of leaves in his hands, probably, and with his chin.In front of the large Scorpion, the cat with the fan leaves in the back, a large Scorpion hand, the cat hand, along the team cat people go; the cat in the hands of the fan leaves gradually reduced.I understand, the Scorpion by the opportunity to sell some fans leaves, and must be sold very expensive.
I was a bit of a humorous person, but a moment of anger often causes people to act out of a hurry.The cat people are afraid of me-just because I'm a foreigner-I know it; it must be a bad idea for a large Scorpion, and I know it.It is not my intention to punish a large Scorpion for causing the loss of the innocent cat-man band.But then, anger made me forget all understanding.I must make the Scorpion know my strength, or I will never have to think of enjoying this morning's exercise in silence again.Naturally, if cats were to come and swim in the morning, I could not speak, and the river was not unique to me;but I could not bear the sight of a few hundred people waiting to see it.
I don't want to catch the Scorpion first, he doesn't tell me the truth;I have to catch a visitor, to ask a clear.I first slowly to the side of the river to back toward them, lest they suspect.When I got to the riverbank, I thought, I ran a hundred yards, out of its unprepared to catch a cat person.
When he reached the riverbank, he turned his face and heard a terrible cry, which was worse than the sound of a pig.At the beginning of my hundred yards, the sight was like a sudden earthquake, the group of cats to escape each other, and to a crowded, running, down, forget to run, down and climb, at the same time simultaneously; a show of eyes, all gone, as if by the Wind Scattered some leaves, here a small group, there a small group, One East,After my 100-yard run, only a few lying on the ground, I caught one, a look, Eyes Closed, no gas!My regret is much greater than the horror of the disaster.I should not use my superiority to kill people.But I did not stay, as if unconsciously catch another, broken legs, but did not die.In hindsight, I do not admire myself, clearly see people's legs are broken, but also to catch him for interrogation; clearly see one has been scared to death, but also to catch a half-dead, as "unconscious" is forgivable, human nature is no set up.