That evening, as the moon rose above the willow tree tops, the entire Mo Family Village was the epitome of quiet, with all the villagers deep in slumber.
Under the hazy night, a shadowy figure crept with a stealthy gait towards the edge of the village.
Just as he was about to leave the village, passing two houses, suddenly, a little mongrel darted out and began to bark furiously at the dark figure, "Woof, woof, woof...!"
Erlaizi was scared out of his wits and took to his heels, in his panic forgetting the rule that one should not run when encountering a dog.
Two legs can hardly outrun four.
Sure enough, after only a few steps, the mongrel pounced and clamped onto his calf.
"Ouch...!"
Erlaizi cried out in pain as he struggled with the little dog.
The commotion outside woke the neighboring household, and soon an oil lamp was lit; faintly, a voice could be heard saying, "Old Maid, our dog is barking so ferociously, could it be a thief has come? I'll go outside and have a look."
