The story of wild boar destroying the forest

I am a wild boar, living in the mountains in the southern section of Nanling Ocean Mountain in China.

Besides my parents, there are four brothers and sisters in my family. Shortly after we moved to our new house, one night, a group of hunters surrounded our house. My parents told us to run for our lives, and they covered in front. There are many hunters with hounds, and we are frightened by the wild barking and gunfire. My parents were the first to rush out. They led the hounds after them, but were soon shot several times and fell in a pool of blood. We scattered, two brothers and sisters ran slowly and were killed, while I rushed over several hills and saved my life, but I was alone and could only live alone.

The road continues to extend to the deep mountains, and forests are cut down wherever the road goes. This kind of environment is very dangerous for us, and it is easy to expose the target and give people an opportunity. To make matters worse, after cutting down trees, people like to open some bare land to plant some fruit seedlings, so that the land can't keep water, which will also lead to less food. Fortunately, my survival ability is relatively strong. I can eat anything as long as it is bamboo shoots, leaves, mushrooms, eggs, rabbits, mountain rat poisonous snakes and centipedes. Even if the poisonous snake is swallowed and bites the inner wall of our stomach, I can finally digest it. Our stomach can be said to be completely toxic, and we have never been sick and died because of eating toxic food. I don't know why. It is said that humans can resist the virus by making masks similar to pig's heads. Some people say that our wild boar destroys crops. In fact, we won't touch farmers' corn or sweet potatoes in the village until we are very hungry.

Soon I met Huanhuan, and a few months later Huanhuan gave birth to four babies. We settled down in a forest on a sunny hillside. The sunny slope is warm, and there are a lot of miscellaneous fruits under the deciduous layer, which can be used to exercise the baby's foraging ability and spend the coming winter.

One morning when I came back from foraging, Huanhuan and the babies were gone. I followed the smell left by them all the way and found a large number of fresh bamboo shoots discarded artificially. When I was exploring curiously by a ravine, I accidentally fell into a trap set by a hunter, and my hind foot was immediately entangled in the rope. I struggled hard and jumped hard, no! My whole body fell into the cliff and hung in the air. I desperately called for help. Huanhuan heard the sound coming from a distance, but he was worried, but there was nothing he could do: if Huanhuan bit off the rope that tied me, I would fall into a ravine dozens of feet and die; If I don't bite it, I can't make it strong, and the hunter will find it sooner or later. I saw Huanhuan walking on the edge of the cliff, sometimes wailing in a low voice, and sometimes arching the ground with his mouth, letting the turf and broken soil fall off constantly; Then Huanhuan flew down the ravine and looked up at the bottom of the mountain stream dozens of feet high. Obviously, it is afraid that I will fall. Just then, there was a shouting sound in the distance. I knew that the hunter was coming and sent a dangerous signal to Huanhuan. Who knows Huanhuan didn't flinch, but quickly ran to the place where I fell on the mountain. I saw two teams of people and dogs running up the hill. Huanhuan is not afraid of death. On the edge of the cliff, it fought two hounds with its fierce fangs, and the dog's hair and leaves were flying. A hunting dog was arched by a happy pig's mouth, howled and fell into a mountain stream, landed on a big stone and was killed on the spot. Another hound saw that the situation was not good and ran away. Huanhuan didn't chase, but looked at the people who rushed up the mountain with red eyes and anger. I cried for Huanhuan to leave at once. Huanhuan turned around, climbed to the edge of the cliff and looked at me, as if trying to relieve my pain and save me. Only heard a few shots, Huanhuan slowly fell to the ground. The eyes that kept staring at me shed tears, but they never closed. The two teams of hunters joined up. They cheered and lifted Huanhuan's body, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at me, but smiled helplessly. They may not have seen this scene today, and they have not gained so much today. Strangely, instead of killing me, they continued to laugh wildly. I tried my best to twist my body and let out a shrill howl. My voice rang through the valley and spread all over the ocean mountain. ...

When I woke up, I found myself locked in an iron cage. A small truck is driving us on the mountain road, and the towering ocean mountain is getting farther and farther away from me.

There are two people sitting in front of the car, talking.

"Now there are fewer forests and less game, but I am really lucky today. When we started fighting in the morning, we got four little pigs, followed by two big guys. I found that my marksmanship has become more and more accurate recently. "

"Not your marksmanship, it is our luck. At first, the sow hurt all of us like crazy, but then she stopped running when she saw us coming. The world has really changed, even the wild boar is not normal. No wonder people describe people as stupid and always say they are as stupid as a pig. "

Ah, Huanhuan, my Huanhuan, she and her four babies died beside me. I howled, banging my head against the cage and making a loud noise. These people slaughtered Huanhuan and our little baby,

"Hey, boss, this guy woke up so soon and hanged himself on the cliff for a long time before he fainted."

"Ignore it. I didn't shoot it because those who took it alive could sell it for a few more dollars. "

The phone rang: "hello, boss, ok, I'll be there in an hour." Please boil the water and prepare to kill. "

Put the phone down, this guy sang a folk song: "I sold the Woods to build a new house, and I sold the games to buy home appliances ..."

The bus stopped at a farmer's restaurant, next to a river flowing from the ocean mountains. I was carried down and placed beside a tall bamboo forest, next to the kitchen.

People seldom see live wild boar. So in a short time, I was surrounded by a circle of people, who commented on me, saying that this pig is strong and powerful, and the meat must be delicious. The two men who drove me here were foaming at the mouth to explain the process of hunting my family. This is very difficult and exciting, as if it had made a glorious battle history. The shopkeeper said that this pig has been booked by a certain unit, and they will come here to eat wild boar and engage in activities tomorrow, and the boss will personally give them a good show of slaughtering wild boar.

Stumbling all the way, the resistance was heavy, and my body was hurt a little. My mouth bit the iron cage and bit out the blood. I looked at these people outside with angry eyes. But what happened next completely broke my heart.

They threw Huanhuan and the baby's body out of the car, and the restaurant owner directed several people to perm their hair with boiling water on the ground, and then dismembered Huanhuan, cut it into pieces and splashed blood. Huanhuan died to save me, but I have to watch it cut to pieces. These people cut the meat and internal organs of Huanhuan into pieces and put them in two cauldrons. The poor four babies were scalded, disembowelled, coated with spices and roasted on charcoal fire, and the smell of burnt meat filled the whole bamboo forest.

It was getting late, cars drove into the hotel one after another, and a group of men and women filed in. Every group of people got off the bus, and the boss greeted them with smiles, saying that some wild boars had just been slaughtered today. They were purebred and delicious, and they could eat hot pot or barbecue. Visitors are obviously very happy, saying that all kinds of toxins are pervasive now, such as feed, clenbuterol, melamine, poisoned rice and so on. People don't want to eat domestic chicken, fish, meat, eggs or even breast milk, but they are proud to eat wild outside. Rare wild pork is of course the most popular.

The firewood burned the stove red, and the smell of meat floating in the pot made me want to vomit. Crowds of people entered several boxes and were soon surrounded by laughter. Although it was getting dark, my keen vision and hearing made several boxes clear.

There are two tables in the first box. Some people are well-dressed and arrogant; Some people are very cautious and serve tea and water. This table has the most dishes, such as barbecue, hot pot meat, bone soup, pig offal, and alcohol and tobacco. Most of the speeches are about projects, going abroad, achievements, treatment and various subsidies. It can be seen that these people are pampered and unwilling to change a little reality. They just want the present situation to last forever.

In the second box is a big table of men and women. Men dress casually and have vulgar words, while women are young, beautiful, lively, cheerful and fashionable. From the appellation, we know that some of them are engaged in mining, timber and other businesses. They tell some vulgar jokes and politely toast each other with beautiful women, which often makes everyone laugh. Occasionally, women scream and men and women beat and scold. A woman said, "Let your wife know that you are fishing for vegetables and kill you." A man immediately retorted, "If she dares to mess around, I will replace her with you." Then there was a burst of laughter. Occasionally I will talk about my management methods and compare who earns the most. It can be seen that they are all people with means, good at exploiting various loopholes, able to deal with all kinds of people in an all-round way, and have more wealth in this society.

In the third box, there are a group of young men. They wear different clothes and like to put on airs in front of bosses and waiters, like friends gathering. After a few drinks, a man spat on everyone in the company because of alcohol. He burst into tears and poured out his grievances and misfortunes, such as being wronged in the company and dissatisfied with life at home, as if he were miserable. Another person said that he had the best relationship with his boss and he was the most capable. He is superior to anyone in the company, and he is too arrogant to take anyone seriously. He is anxious about anyone who dares to oppose his boss. At this moment, another man jumped out. He attacked someone, saying that someone had been playing with him for a long time and would "get rid of him" when he had the chance. I don't know what "get rid of him" means. Do you want to put him in a cage? But judging from what he said, it's all trivial things, and there's no right to be angry at all.

Just when I wanted to see the next table, the restaurant owner began to raise his glass and propose a toast to the next table. I saw him with a smile, flexibly shuttling in each box, saying different good things and asking about the taste of the table. After basically winning the unanimous praise of the guests, he took advantage of the chaos at the scene to sneak back to the kitchen and arranged for the waiter to put the half of the wild pork into the refrigerator and use it with the live pigs outside tomorrow to entertain more important guests.

Just now, I heard that when people describe some people's moral corruption and dirty behavior, they always curse them with "animals are worse than animals". Now it seems that this is really a great insult to our animal kingdom. Can those drunken, cheating, selfish and vicious guys be on the same level as us? Thought of here, I suddenly found the meaning of living. The forest home is so beautiful, and the animals and plants are brilliant. If humans kill all our wild animals and cut down all the forests, how long will they live? Either eat poisonous rice every day and be retaliated by nature; Either "get rid of" each other and fall into endless internal friction. Think of the way Huanhuan looked at me with tears before she died. She must want me to find a way to live! I can't wait to die. I have more reason to live in this world than those people tonight, for happy hopes and beautiful mountains.

In the morning, the dense fog in the distant Ocean Mountain has not dispersed. In this farmhouse hotel, the sun has already penetrated into the bamboo forest.

"Hey, boss, come and see, how did this wild boar die?"

"Hey, why, you didn't raise it?"

"I fed it half a basin of porridge and a handful of dishes last night, and now I'm lying still, my eyes closed, my mouth is watering and I'm not breathing."

"Idiot, I estimate that these vegetables have pesticides, which is good. There is no need to steal a handful of rice. How can I explain to the guests? "

"I'll make a phone call to ask if there is one in the mountains and pull another one."

"Are you crazy? Don't take charge, I don't know that oil, salt and rice are expensive? Is this dead pig for you alone? "

"What shall we do?"

"Take it out, on-site bloodletting, peeling, cutting meat. If the guest asks, tell him that he escaped and was killed by us. "

"Good idea."

The heavy iron cage was opened and a pair of hands dragged me out of it.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity to loosen my hand, I suddenly jumped up and there was a scream behind me:

"Oh, dear! ……"

I bypassed the bamboo forest and flew into the river, just like a fish entering the sea, leaving no smell for the hounds. After crossing the river, I flew directly to the distant mountain.

I returned to the vast ocean mountain alone, but my heart was extremely desolate. ...