A crested hawk spread its broad wings, hovering at a low altitude, looking down at the many creatures in the Flying Garden with a contemptuous gaze.
A few swifts chased after the breeze, swiftly passing by at the horizon.
In the lawn, a pink piglet shook its tail, wagging its butt, and trod leisurely; a ferocious mastiff drooped its ears, following closely behind the piglet as if listening attentively to what it was saying; Even further, there were a few fat grey bears, standing upright, indulging in sumo wrestling, drawing cheers from a group of students around them.
In the nearby shrubbery, numerous silent figures were hidden.
