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One day, the rainstorm poured down, a flash of lightning flashed in front of me, and the world changed in front of me. In a trance, I became a frog, or a handsome little frog, wearing a green shirt and imposing. I am also called a farmland guard, a swimmer and a high jumper by human beings.
I have made a lot of contributions to mankind, whenever the farmer uncle grows crops. I can eat enough. No matter what is flying in the sky or swimming in the water, it can't escape from my palm. I can kill 70 pests a day and more than 500 pests from spring to autumn/kloc-0. If I add my brothers and sisters, I will definitely kill more pests.
In the remaining working hours, we will sing on the green lotus leaf, sometimes swim in the pond, and sometimes invite a few small frogs to have a party on a big round lotus leaf. Just as we were having a party, suddenly a black hand reached out to us and caught us all.
He threw us into a black plastic bag and took us into a restaurant. We saw our own kind and were brutally killed by those people. I can't help crying like rain. Just as we were about to be killed, suddenly the phone rang. The proprietress asked her to pick up the express. At this moment, I took my brothers and sisters to the sewer, from which they flowed to the exit and into the river.
Wake up, human, and stop arresting us. We help you kill pests, but you are killing us. Without us, farmland will be destroyed.