Those women would still look at what we were doing to our children from time to time by the bathtub. Seeing that they seemed to understand something, they jumped into the pool and began to wash the stains on their bodies with the water in the pool.
They splashed water on themselves blankly, stared blankly for a while, and then began to splash around like deer jumping into the river.
"Look!" Sister Clown stopped and looked at the women, with a look of joy on her face.
Angelina also became happy: "Sister Bing, they are learning to take a bath!"
I smiled and looked at those women who splashed water on themselves with relief. I believed that they would slowly learn to behave, but it would take a little longer.
Our efforts will not be in vain.
The children were not honest at the pool and crawled everywhere. The three of us women really felt that it was not easy to take care of the children. We had no way to control them and they would not listen to your orders.
They don't have switches on their bodies, they won't obey your commands like robots, or turn off temporarily.
They crawled around like perpetual motion machines, extremely energetic, stuffing everything they saw into their mouths, and happily rolling around on the smooth ground. We put them down, and in a blink of an eye, they crawled away again. When they climbed to the edge of the pool and were about to fall in, the women immediately came over and pushed them back to the edge of the pool. This made us breathe a big sigh of relief and appreciate our maternal instinct.
The older children could recognize their mothers. They opened their arms to the women, and the women picked them up, put them in the water like us, and washed the children themselves.
We smiled at them, and they smiled sillyly at us. They happily started playing with their children in the water, and they themselves were having a lot of fun.
Some of them are very curious and even drink shower gel, but we don’t stop them because it is edible and tastes like ice cream, which is very delicious.
The entire bathtub was quickly filled with the fragrance of shower gel and colorful bubbles, and the women and children started poking the bubbles in the air in a playful way.
Looking at the smiles on their faces, maybe they are not mentally retarded, but their brains have stopped growing. They have also stopped at a certain child's moment, and they have not grown up.
Suddenly, there were over a hundred children in our big family.
Finally, we cleaned the twenty or so children, the women and many pregnant women with bulging bellies. The engorged baby has instinctively started feeding the children.
Seeing their quiet expressions while breastfeeding, the three of us women also calmed down and leaned quietly by the pool, quietly watching their cautious and wary expressions while breastfeeding.
"What are they wary of?" Angelina looked puzzled. Like me, this was the first time she saw human pigs in these pens.
"They should be on guard against people snatching food." Sister Clown lamented, "They have milk and food. The men in the fence should snatch it."
"It's so pitiful, they have completely lost their human thoughts..." Angelina looked at them sadly, "It's really hard to imagine what life is like in the fence..."
"They are still happy without human thoughts. They grew up in a fence. They can't think or speak, and they don't understand anything." The clown sister sighed, "The most pitiable ones are those who were caught to do it. The first people who were human pigs were still humans, and it was such a terrifying and devastating thing to watch their companions being eaten every day."
Where there is love there is hate, where there is sweetness there is bitterness, and when there is happiness there is fear of losing it. Human suffering comes exactly from the seven emotions and six desires. And they have no emotions and six desires, so they live in such a muddle-headed way, so they are not afraid of tomorrow's fate.
Gradually, the children fell asleep quietly in their mother's arms, with milky white milk still hanging from the corners of their mouths. Only then did the women relax their guarded expressions. There were obviously no men around, which showed that guarding had become their instinct.
The clown sister and Angelina gently walked up to them and took out the children from their arms. Although they handed the children to the clown sister and Angelina, they never took their eyes off their children.
Sister Clown and Angelina brought the children to me. I gently wrapped them in blankets, wrapped them up, and placed them on the cart nearby. They finally became quiet! No more crawling!
The women seemed to understand again and took the children over one after another. Some imitated us and wrapped the children well, although the wrapping was a bit messy, and some even wrapped the children's heads. But it was wrapped by mother, with a special temperature that we don’t have, and the child inside slept more peacefully.
When drying the women, I failed in my efforts because the sudden wind frightened them. They ran around like frightened little ones, huddled in corners and held their heads, as if their heads were stuck in the soil. ostrich.
We had to pull them back one by one more gently and stand in the wind to show them. They got a little better and it took them a long time to adapt.
Then, we put on clothes for them one by one, which were simple tube skirts. Considering that they still have the habit of urinating everywhere and cannot wear pants, we ripped all the pants and turned them into adult crotchless pants. We currently have a small manpower and have not had time to teach them simple living habits one by one. We plan to teach them properly after returning to the royal capital.
It was already midnight when the women were sent to their sleeping cabins. When we saw them holding their children lying quietly on our carpeted floor, our backs and waists ached, and we were more tired than fighting a war.
"Will they learn?" Angelina asked me tiredly, leaning against the door, "getting dressed and stuff like that?"
"Of course." Sister Clown was full of confidence. "They are human beings just like us. They don't need to be taught how to breastfeed their children. They will learn this kind of thing sooner or later, as long as we have enough patience."
"But there are not many women in our royal capital, so how can we teach them one by one? There are more than forty of them, and half of them are pregnant." Angelina looked worried, "You can't call them men."
The clown sister smiled: "There are too many women in each district. How about asking the Queen to issue a summons? Her Majesty?" The clown sister looked at me with a smile.
I smiled and nodded: "That's a good suggestion. By the way, I still don't know your real name, so I can't always call you Sister Clown."
The clown sister blushed: "My name is A Chou..." She looked at me embarrassedly and said, "Her Majesty the Queen is laughing at me."
I smiled: "Don't call me Your Majesty the Queen. There are not many women in this world. We will all be sisters from now on."
"Then, why are you so embarrassed?!" Sister Clown became excited.
Angelina also said happily: "Sister Bing is so good! She never has the airs of a queen."
"Yeah!" Sister Clown also became excited.
We looked at each other and happily held each other's hands. I gained two more good sisters.