The boy's nickname is carrot beard. He met a mole on the road, as black as a chimney. He played with it for a long time, and then he wanted to kill it. He threw it into the air many times and skillfully threw it up, hoping that it would fall on a stone.
At first, it went well and smoothly.
The mole's feet are all broken, his head is blooming and his back is broken. It seems that his life is not strong.
Later, carrot beard found that it was not dead, which really scared him dumbfounded. He threw it over the roof and into the sky, and the mole didn't die anyway.
"damn it! It doesn't die. " He said.
Sure enough, the mole was smashed to powder on the blood-spattered stone. Its greasy belly quivered like a frozen egg; From this tremor, I seem to see the illusion of life.
"Damn it!" Carrot beard cried feverishly, "It's not dead yet!"
He picked it up, abused it, and then changed his method.
Flushed with tears in his eyes, he spit on the mole a few times, then lifted it up and threw it on the stone with all his strength.
But the ugly belly still kept trembling.
The more the carrot whiskers beat like crazy, the less the mole looks like death.
Here is a copy and paste of others. Well, poor boy!