My younger sister loved bringing home “souvenirs” from her trips without paying.
On our last trip to western Sichuan, she took a fancy to two adorably dopey marmots fighting and told our parents to sneak them home.
The marmots were carrying a virus, and the whole neighborhood ended up infected with plague.
After the college entrance exams, our family went on a trip to Tibet.
My overly softhearted sister spotted a Tibetan brown bear cub rummaging through the trash.
“This baby bear is so pitiful. Let’s take it home!”
That night, its mother came after us and smashed through the door.
At the life-or-death moment, my parents wordlessly shoved me toward the bear, then fled with my sister.
The bear ate me alive, leaving no trace of my body.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister picked up the cub.
