On the thirteenth day in the wilderness, Mianbai, who had turned into a cat, fell into a trap. Mianbai refused to admit that she was trapped. Hum, she just fell while looking at flowers.
Finally someone came to save the cat! I thought I was reborn in the primeval forest, but Buddha did not give up on me (ノへ￣,)
As the vine net rose, the joy, nervousness, and uneasiness disappeared the moment they emerged from the hole.
Wolf ah ah ah! These days, do wild beasts rely on strategy to catch prey? How can I, a simple (stupid) person, survive?
Concept: Original overhead, mutual protection and daily joy