"Untie the spider silk, this fellow isn't lying. In some sense, it indeed is my child!" Gary Smith said to Little Spider.
"It's over!"
Mousie had been harboring a glimmer of hope, thinking that even if they were throwing a party, they wouldn't leave it out.
But it never imagined that the freakish cultivator would drop the pretense altogether!
Mousie was stunned. All of a sudden, it felt that the world of three was indeed too crowded. A triangle was the most unstable shape.
It shouldn't be here, it should be under the truck!
Thinking of this, Mousie couldn't help but burst into tears:
"Wuu wuu... You guys always do the fun things without including Mousie. When did all this happen?"
Before it could finish, Gary Smith grabbed it in his hand and looked at it speechlessly, asking:
"What are you babbling about?"
"Hmph, this is a cry of protest from a pitiful Mousie!"
Mousie turned its head and said through its snuffles:
