When it comes to wolf, many people may first think of cunning, cold and cruel, and never give up until they achieve their goals.
What I want to say today is also a wolf, but it is not the same wolf. It is certain that it is cunning, but it will not hurt people. Small domestic animals are their favorite. It is called weasel .
When I was a kid, it was mysterious to the elusive weasel. Only the little livestock know that it has come.
At that time, bricks were not popular. The houses in the village were all dirt houses, and each family would leave a dog hole. Weasels often came in from the dog hole to commit crimes and took away chickens and other things. Sometimes even if they didn't take them away, they would bite them to death, which made people angry and hate them.
Not to mention being caught, I can’t even see you. You can't stay there all night, if you keep it, you won't show up, you're very cunning.
That day, my friend and I went down to pick the pills on the back mountain led by our brother. At the age of seven or eight, no one dared to go to the back mountain without taking it. It’s not that there are large animals that hurt people, but the mountains are full of gloomy trees and I dare not go there.
Just as I reached the foot of the mountain, my brother and the others were in front, and I was behind, a weasel swiftly rushed past me, and I screamed, "Wolf, wolf, and ran to my brother."
And the hedgehog's wolf has long disappeared. The brother hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's just a weasel." The friends also surrounded him, and they were crowded with them. This was the first time we saw a weasel, but it ran too fast and only saw a afterimage.
Later, I don’t know when it started, but the weasel never appeared again. The chickens in the village are rarely lost. Perhaps, they are already extinct!
The mountain is still the same mountain, but the water is no longer the water. It is very polluted and the fish in the water are all smell of kerosene. All domestic wastewater was discharged into the river, and no one even washed his clothes by the river.
The past is like smoke, and the weasel disappeared into his childhood memory. He could never remember what it looked like.
Where are you? Have you ever seen a weasel?
