The hairs all over his body stood straight up, his waist arched to form a bow, his four legs seemed to be like a taut slingshot, his sharp claws swayed on the ground, the tail was shrunk short and thick, his ears were pressed back, his bloody mouth let out a roar of "sizzle, hey, sizzle", and a pair of angry eyes were round and spewing blood-red light.
The sun has long since disappeared, a cold air blows on the lake, night falls from the sky, and fear and anxiety creep in with dusk. The big forest began to make a "trickling" sound. The boy was shocked when he saw that the "dog" he was chasing had a very sharp nose and a hoarse and savage roar. But the fox belittled and teased him so much that he was so angry that he couldn't even care about being afraid. It was then that he caught a glimpse of a small beech tree, as thin as a long pole, stretching straight through the tangled branches of the trees into the sky. The boy was so sad that he was about to cry, but now the sun stood firmly in the sky, and the golden light showed a big smile, which made the whole world increase its courage. It was as frustrating and frightening as the dark clouds that destroyed the city before a thunderstorm came. When the first spring rain fell to the ground, all the birds in the bushes and in the grass jumped for joy, and their cheers shook the sky so that the boy sitting on the back of the goose could not help jumping up. Smir, like the other foxes, puffed out a flurry of rhetoric.