VioletHolt
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A stray dog
My family once had a big yellow dog. It was downstairs at my mother's colleague's party, stumbling after my mother from the first floor to the seventh floor. When he arrived at my house, he was lying in my big bamboo basket with fruits, with my discarded clothes underneath, and he was lying in it as if he had come to enjoy his vacation. He used his feet to scratch his brown head and then closed his eyes and relaxed. Soon after it came to my house, it made a funny incident.
By VioletHolt2 years ago in Petlife
The Dog's Story
The relatives next door to the old house only two old people at home, last year the dog raised for many years died of old age, so have been trying to raise another, but did not find the right one. And this time the family raised a lot of chickens and ducks, no a dog really can not, this is not, the day before yesterday there was a chicken by what small animals to bite dead, and so they heard the noise out to see when it was too late.
By VioletHolt2 years ago in Petlife
Cute little bird
How nice! My grandma brought me a special gift from the countryside - a painted eyebrow. Among the many birds, I am only fond of the painted eyebrow, because since I was a child, I had the impression that the painted eyebrow is a beautiful spirit, a lovely angel, with a beautiful singing voice and excellent posture, and it is a deserved favorite among birds.
By VioletHolt2 years ago in Petlife
Soaring Eagle
A goose feather snow, just hazy flooded new green earth and fell back to the cold world. Snow miserable sky, a golden eagle swept across the frozen earth, sweeping up a cold wind, a small black snake was picked up by the sharp beak, a long whistle of victory to the sky.
By VioletHolt2 years ago in Petlife
A story with ants
I found a large ant nest in the small vegetable garden. I poked it with a branch and the ant nest did not fall apart. A few patrolling ants ran into the hole in a panic. When I picked it up again, the four-way passage was revealed, but I still didn't find an ant. Could it be that the ants were not patrolling, but just running into a small hole for refuge? I had my doubts. I continued stabbing reluctantly, and finally, there were more and more ants running out of the hole in a panic ......
By VioletHolt2 years ago in Fiction
The Lobster Story
Speaking of lobsters, I recall an incident that happened last semester. That day, a classmate and I were walking home from school. Passing a small street, I saw a small store, narrow and almost invisible, squeezed in the middle of a hardware store and a butcher's store, respectively, and no sign, I do not know what to see.
By VioletHolt2 years ago in Education