In a small dark room. I stretched out instinctively, but accidentally broke the hemp rope binding my hands and feet. Hearing the snapping sound of the hemp rope, I suddenly felt guilty. When I was a panda, there was no food in the mountains in winter, so I once sneaked into an old man's house to steal pumpkins. That grandpa was a very kind man. He was so poor that he had to weave hemp rope in exchange for food, and he also bought me delicious little apples.
