After a full meal and as the sky grew dark, Little Flower, looking quite the part of a leader, split her pack of minions into four groups and assigned each a patrol area. Then, with a forlorn glance at the warm and cozy cabin and under the gloating gazes of Dabai and Mao Tuan, she droopily led two "little brothers" to patrol her own territory.
That evening, teams of villagers on patrol occasionally made their rounds near the back mountain. Seeing a dozen or so dogs under Little Flower's command dutifully guarding the mountain's edge, they were astonished and full of praise, declaring Little Flower a good dog.
Little Flower swelled with pride as she accepted these compliments, strutting about with her dog "little brothers" as they patrolled everywhere. She had all but forgotten that the so-called wild animals coming down the mountain were a figment of her doing, and there was no real need to be so earnest.
