Mole

Carrotbeard was walking on the road, and a mole came into his sight. It was really black, as black as a chimney. He caught it, played with it for a long time, and then wanted to kill it. He threw it deftly into the air, hoping it would fall to death on the rocks, back and forth several times.

Things went as smoothly as he imagined.

The Mole's feet were broken, his head was broken, and his back was broken. It seems that it cannot withstand this kind of tossing, and its vitality is very fragile.

But Carrotwhisker suddenly discovered that it was still alive, which frightened him. He threw it into the sky, and its body flew over the roof, but it was still alive when it hit the ground. No matter how much the carrot whisk is thrown, it will never die.

"Damn it! Why aren't you dead?" Carrot Beard muttered.

Sure enough, the mole was lying on the blood-stained stone, with its skin and flesh torn. However, its fat belly is still trembling, making people sigh at the strength of life.

"Damn it!" Carrotwhisker was almost mad. "Not dead yet!"

He grabbed it again and kept insulting it. He came up with a new idea.

Carrotwhisker's face turned red and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. He spat on the mole a few times and threw it onto the rocks with such force that he almost exhausted all his strength to suck it.

But that annoying belly is still shaking.

Carrotwhisker was almost mad, and he slapped the mole desperately. But the harder he pushed, the less the Mole looked like he was going to die.