In the middle of the night, I went with Grandpa to help a huge sow give birth. As we walked along the gloomy mountain road, I rubbed my eyes and yawned, thoroughly disgruntled.
“Is this old sow going to give birth to flowers or something? Ordinary families know how to deliver piglets, too. It’s not like she’s having a difficult birth…”
But the real reason it was called a nightmare was this:
There was no big house, and there was no pigsty. It was just a wasteland.
And the one lying on the ground struggling to give birth wasn’t a sow, either. It was two foxes, as huge and fat as sows about to give birth.
As for the little “piglets” Grandpa delivered, I took a closer look and saw they were nothing but one tiny fox after another!
The author uses detailed descriptions to vividly explain the psychological state of the protagonist and the gloomy environment, setting off the gloomy and silent atmosphere, which reflects the artistic beauty of the author's delicate writing style.
I like this book very much
Very good, very pretty