Changjiu Farm.
A plump mouse followed a little one, leading a group of mice scuttling across the wasteland coated with a thin layer of snow.
Soon, the little mouse leading the way stopped beside the ridges, standing next to a bunch of frozen stiff bushes, squeaking at the larger mouse with a face full of grievance and hurt.
"Is this the place?"
The plump mouse lazily uttered in human speech, leaned forward to peek, and saw the breathing holes hidden beneath the bushes. It then began digging frantically with its front paws, and quickly unearthed a groundhog that hadn't yet woken from hibernation.
The groundhog was seething with anger, about to see which foolish thing had disturbed its winter sleep, when it got immediately startled by the huge face in front of it.
Ah! What the heck is this?
Before it could react, the plump mouse smacked it openly, hammering on its head, leaving the groundhog dizzy and disoriented.
