The trap woven together by genes and time,
let this duck miss and fall into a dark pit.
The sharp cry pierced the air,
but failed to shake the eardrums of passers-by;
On the contrary, it was the beating of the shrunken wings,
And the stumbling and vigorous jumping,
caught their curious eyes,
made them stop and watch,
regaining the fun of the teahouse .
The cold smile quickly weakened the physical strength.
The only thing it could do was to huddle in the corner,
retaining its weak breathing.
It doesn’t know what will happen in the future.
Maybe a miracle will happen——
An unexpected heavy rain——
God’s tears poured into the pit,
slowly lifted it up,
allowing it to regain sunshine and freedom.
However, the weasel that was looking for food had already smelled its scent.
It is running very fast,
to avoid being caught first by competitors,
losing a big meal in vain.