"Ah Han, Ah Han, come here quickly," the middle-aged uncle shouted cheerfully towards the mountain.
"What are you doing?" The little girl's coquettish voice floated in the wind.
"Ah Han, have you ever seen a pig running?" The uncle said with a wicked smile.
"Huh? I haven't seen it before," the little girl answered honestly, tilting her head.
"I just saw it."
"Where is it?"
"This little piggy is right in front of me."
"Ahan is not a pig!"