In the cave, Wang Ping tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
At first, I thought the cave was very scientifically constructed, as it was windproof, ventilated and dry. But at night, as Gu Laosan's snoring began, the cave was like a megaphone, truly deafening.
Wang Ping estimated that based on the sound, even without the deterrent effect of the bonfire, no animal would dare to approach easily.
Glancing at Wang An who was lying peacefully in her sleeping bag, he became more and more curious about where she bought these earplugs. The quality was too good to be true.
He took out the paper ball stuffed in his little ear and threw it on Gu Xianyu's face. Then the badger stood up and ran to lean on Wolf Xiaosi's belly, leaning against the top of the cave, thinking about his worries.
Since I can't sleep, I might as well not sleep.
In the past, he would have run to the woods to rob the small animals' nests, but tonight he was determined to stay here. Now these two dared to hug each other in front of him, if he didn't watch, who knows what they would dare to do.
One is a violent girl who has been a troublesome person since childhood, and the other is a middle school youth who has thrown his moral integrity to the wind. Badger has never felt so tired as he does now.
The night was spent in a daze. When the day started to brighten outside the cave, Wang Ping stood up and stretched his body. His joints made crackling sounds, and then he stood up and walked towards the cave entrance, shaking his arms and legs.
It was still early in the morning, and the forest was full of mist and dew. At this time, all nocturnal animals had gone back to their dens to sleep, and other animals had not yet gotten up. It was the quietest time in the forest. The sound of a wild fruit falling to the ground could be heard from far away.
Wang Ping took a few deep breaths of the moist air, turned around to find his travel kit in a certain salted fish's backpack, went to the stream to wash his face and brush his teeth, and caught a fish to make breakfast.
The bonfire had been burning all night, and now only some charcoal covered with white ashes remained. Because it was a bit cold in the second half of the night, Wang Ping was afraid that Wang An would catch a cold, so he burned all the branches he had brought back from the salted fish. At this time, he thought that when he caught the fish, he would kick Gu Laosan up to go collect firewood.
After walking through the dewy grass, by the time I reached the stream, my fur was soaked and my feet were even covered in mud. Thinking of having to walk through the grass again on the way back, the badger felt helpless. In this environment, washing your face is more like a ritual of getting up.
Looking down at his reflection in the water, Wang Ping took off his round hat and threw it on the thatched grass beside him. He raised his paw and scratched the "sun" in the middle of his forehead. The newly grown layer of hair made him feel a little relieved.
What he feared most was that if Wang An plucked this patch bald and it never grew hair again, he would have to spend the rest of his life wearing a hat.
He first brushed his teeth carefully in the stream water, blew on one of his open paws, nodded with satisfaction, put the child's toothbrush back, and then wiped his face with the cool stream water. However, when the badger shook off the water droplets on his face and turned his head, he was stunned.
"Where's my hat?"
Wang Ping clearly remembered that he had put his hat on the bushes nearby. But now, not only was the hat gone, but the bushes were gone too.
“Pah~”
A slight collision sound came from behind him. Wang Ping turned his head and saw that his "hat" had just stopped under a velvet flower tree on the grass two meters away. Then it slowly bypassed the roots of the tree and "flew" away at a speed of ten centimeters per second.
Among the many ways animals defend themselves against predators, sloths are probably the funniest and laziest. They simply rely on the taste of their meat to survive, hoping that predators will not waste energy eating unpalatable prey.
However, considering their movement speed, it would be an exaggeration to call them moving targets. It is questionable whether predators will consume energy when hunting them.
Besides the turtle, this was the second animal Wang Ping had seen with moss-like algae growing on its body. Just now, this guy was lying motionless in the grass nest with long green hair, no wonder a badger mistook it for a clump of grass.
Wang Ping picked up his hat and looked at the sloth that took five minutes to crawl three meters. He inexplicably developed a strange curiosity about this creature: it is so slow yet it has not yet become extinct. How bad must its meat taste
If you look at the sloth from behind, its dirty hair is mixed with green algae and stained with grass stems and leaves. If it doesn't move, no one would think it is a living creature. But if you look at the front of the sloth, it's very funny.
For example, when a badger slapped the animal on the head, it turned around and showed a naturally honest face with dark circles under its eyes and a black mouth. It looked like an "honest person" at first glance.
Looking at that "silly smiling" face, Wang Ping didn't pull out his second claw.
"Forget it. For the sake of the Nature Conservation Union, I won't bother with you stealing my hat!"
The badger turned around and went back to the stream, picking up suitable branches to catch fish. However, as he walked, his eyes kept glancing in the direction of the sloth. Wang Ping was impressed by this guy. He walked back and forth several times and broke a lot of branches, but the guy still hadn't climbed back up the tree. His unhurried attitude made me anxious for him.
Forcing himself not to look at the creature, Badger walked upstream along the river bank holding a bunch of branches, but his thoughts couldn't help but drift to the sloth.
"I remember someone saying that this thing wouldn't come down from the tree easily unless it was going to pull..."
"Ji~"
Just as I was thinking about the sloth's strange hygiene habits, a badger's left foot suddenly stepped into the air and sank directly into a shallow pit through a layer of leaves on the ground. The touch in the center of the paw was sticky, as if it had stepped on a pile of mud.
"Emm..."
Wang Ping suddenly had a bad feeling.
As it took a step back and pulled its claws out of the shallow pit, the badger's nose twitched and it smelled an indescribable smell.
The shallow pit in front of me looked familiar. I had seen many of them in the woods before. The difference was that this one was covered with leaves and there were claw marks around it.
It is already obvious who the instigator is.
Most tree-dwelling animals will choose to defecate directly from the tree, and they do not consider the impact of "throwing objects from high places". Only sloths will always persevere and climb under the tree, dig a hole, relieve themselves, and then bury the poop, just like cats bury their poop.
There are even statistics showing that more than 50% of sloths die accidentally in this process. After all, there are too many dangers to face under the trees, and with their slow speed, they are not going to poop, but to poop (die).
But even such cruelty has not changed their habits. It can be said that in the lazy life of sloths, the only risk they will take is to go to the ground to go to the toilet.
Although the habit of hygiene is worthy of praise, Wang Ping still wants to hit someone.
“Ah~~!”
A blood-curdling cuckoo's roar rang out in the woods, waking up the area early.
In the cave, wolf Xiaosi rushed out with a howl. The sound echoed in the cave. It did not wake up Wang An who was wearing earplugs, but it woke up Gu Laosan.
A certain salted fish yawned and sat up, stretching his arms backwards, but saw that the campfire in the cave had gone out, and the badger and the wolf were nowhere to be seen.
Turning his head to look at the sleeping bag not far away, Wang An was lying inside with his hair slightly disheveled and a rare tranquility on his face.
"Ahem...um, An An, are you awake?"
Someone whispered a question in the cave. Seeing that Wang An didn't respond, Gu Lang got out of his sleeping bag and quietly moved to her side.
After staring at someone's face for a while, Gu Lang looked around guiltily and swallowed his saliva. Then, his eyes were fixed on Wang An's cherry lips and he couldn't move away.
Thinking back to the "progress" yesterday evening, a certain salted fish's heartbeat quickened. Since they had already hugged, did it mean that his relationship with Wang An had taken a step further
"A secret kiss between a boyfriend and a girlfriend wouldn't be considered hooliganism, right?"