Today's clouds are cotton candy flavored

Today, the little fox and the little rabbit had a quarrel.

The reason for the quarrel is very simple, at the beginning they were just discussing, the clouds in the sky in the end there is no taste, but at the end of the opinion is not unified, so they quarrel.

The little rabbit said that the clouds in the sky were soft and fluffy and must be the taste of cotton candy, while the little fox said that the clouds were made of water vapor and were tasteless.

The little rabbit beamed: "Then, that water vapor may also be water vapor evaporated from the carrot, then it is carrot flavor."

The little fox laughed and patted the little rabbit's head: "Then it is also the taste of carrots, ah, and marshmallows have no relationship."

The little rabbit stretched out his little paws to scratch the little fox: "Don't you touch me, you just don't want to buy me marshmallows!"

The little fox first froze, and then covered his mouth and laughed, so the little rabbit wanted to eat cotton candy ah.

"No, no, I'm wrong, I don't want to eat cotton candy, I mean, if the water vapor is the cotton candy evaporation, then it is the taste of cotton candy, well, yes, that's it!" The bunny felt he was making sense and even raised his voice several points.

"But marshmallows will only melt, not turn into water vapor ah."

"You you you ......" the little rabbit pouted, as if the next second to cry out, "you know how to bully me, never ignore you again!"

The little rabbit pushed the little fox away and ran away.

The little fox was confused and froze in place.

Why was the rabbit angry? What he said was completely correct, but the little rabbit's words were full of holes.

That said, the little fox still quietly followed behind the little rabbit.

"You stinky fox!"

The little fox was startled and thought that the little rabbit had found itself, but on closer inspection, it turned out that the little rabbit was talking to itself.

The little rabbit lay on the hillside, surrounded by butterflies dancing around the unnamed flowers, the little rabbit looked at the white clouds in the sky chanting: "Bad fox, dead fox, do not buy me cotton candy, you know gas me, gas me to death you are happy."

The sun was warm and the white clouds drifted overhead little by little.

"But when you think about it, I actually have something wrong with me, at least I shouldn't have pushed the little fox and left him there alone."

The little rabbit casually grabbed a handful of grass and tore off the leaves one by one: "I'm angry, I'm not angry, I'm angry, I'm not angry ......"

The little rabbit finished pulling the leaves of that handful of grass and held the last leaf in his hand: "I'm angry."

"Ahhhhh!" The bunny shook his head.

The little rabbit stood up and threw the last leaf as hard as he could: "I'm not angry!"

The little fox hid behind and covered his mouth and kept laughing.

"Forget it, let's go find the little fox, maybe he is still crying in the same place." The little rabbit patted the dust on his body and prepared to go back to the little fox.

The little fox turned around and slipped away.

The little rabbit kicked small stones all the way back to the place where the quarrel was going on, but the little fox was not there.

"Little fox, where did you go?"

The white clouds slowly floated over and there was no response.

"Little fox you come out, I see you."

White clouds slowly floated over, still no response.

"Stinky fox come out, if you don't come out I'll ...... I'll cry to you!"

The little fox came from behind step by step, hiding marshmallows behind him, took a deep breath, slightly eased the breath, and patted the little rabbit's shoulder.

The little rabbit twisted his head hatefully, pouting and glaring at the little fox.

The little fox came a little closer and whispered in the little rabbit's ear, and the little rabbit's face instantly reddened to the roots of his ears.

"Today's cloud does taste like marshmallow, and you are sweet."