The adventures of the little mouse [former Soviet Union] Bianchi's original work.
The whole world is dealing with it. The wind is blowing, as if the boat must overturn, and the water waves are hitting the boat, as if the boat must sink to the bottom of the dark river. Animals, birds, fish, reptiles-everything is dealing with it. Everything is terrible for this ignorant and defenseless little mouse.
A few big Bai Ou, the first time I saw Bick people. They flew down and circled around the boat. They cried with anger because they couldn't kill the little mouse at once. They were afraid of flying down and touching hard bark, but they hurt their mouths. Some of them landed on the water and swam after the boat.
A barracuda floated up from the bottom of the river and swam behind the boat. It is waiting for Bai Ou to push the mouse into the water. At that time, it could eat the little mouse easily.
Bick heard Bai Ou's sly cry. He closed his eyes and waited for death.
Just then, a sly big bird flew from behind-a white-tailed stork that caught fish to eat. Bai Ou immediately scattered and flew away.
The white-tailed wren saw the mouse in the boat and the barracuda swimming beside it. It put down its wings and flew straight down.
It rushed to the river, right next to the boat. Its wing tip touched the sail and the boat was overturned by it.
When the white-tailed wren grabbed the barracuda with its claws and finally surfaced, there was nothing on the capsized boat.
Bicycle didn't learn to swim. As soon as he fell into the water, all he knew was to shake his feet. He floated up and bit the boat with his teeth.
It drifted with the capsize.
After a while, the waves pushed the boat to a strange shore.
Bick jumped onto the beach and quickly got into the bushes.
Bick was soaked through with water. It licks its fur with its small tongue. After a while, my hair was all dry and I felt warm.
It wants to eat. But when he came out of the bush, he was afraid. Bai Ou's screams came from the river.
Therefore, it is hungry all day.
It finally got dark and the birds fell asleep. Only the splashing water waves are still hitting the nearby river banks.
Bick crawled out of the bushes carefully.
When it looked, no one was there. It rolled into the grass like a little black ball.
It desperately looks for food. As long as it can see leaves and stems in its eyes, it sucks them to eat, but there is no milk in them. It hates to bite them off or chew them up with its teeth. Suddenly, a gentle juice dripped from the root and flowed into its mouth. Fruit juice is sweet, just like breast milk.
Bick ate this rhizome, and then he went to look for other similar stems. He was so hungry that he didn't see anything around him.
A full moon has risen from the high grass. Agile shadow passed silently in the sky: this is an agile bat, chasing butterflies flying at night.
In the grass, you can hear a slight chirp everywhere. Some move there, some walk around in the bushes, and some jump in the weeds.
Bick is eating. It chewed the stem all the way to the ground, and the stem fell off, and the cold dew dripped on the little mouse.
There is a spikelet at the top of the fallen stem, which is delicious. Now Bike has found it. It sat down, lifted the stem with two hands like the front palm and heel, and soon ate the ear.
"hey!" Not far from the mouse, something hit the ground.
Bick, stop eating and listen carefully.
The grass is chirping.
There is a creature in the grass that has been pouncing on the little mouse.
The bike was about to turn around and run into the bushes.
"Cha pa! Hey! " There are voices coming from all directions.
"pa!" The sound is very close ahead.
There is a creature whose long, linear feet are jumping on the grass.
"pa!" Bang, a little frog with a bulging eye fell to the ground, right in front of Bick's nose.
It stared at the mouse in horror. The little mouse looked at its smooth skin strangely and fearfully ... They sat face to face, and no one knew what to do in the future.
About the same as before, it rang "Cha Pa!" "hey!" Voice-a whole group of little frogs just escaped from something and jumped around in the grass. The sound of "knowing about the cable" and "knowing about the cable" is getting closer and closer.
In an instant, the little mouse saw a silver-gray snake dragging its long soft body behind a little frog. It's crawling over. The snake climbed down, and a little frog's long hind feet were still shaking in its big mouth.
What happened later, Bick didn't see it. It jumped away in a hurry without even knowing it. It has been crouching on the branch of a bush high above the ground.
He spent the night there, and his stomach was really hurt by the grass.
Bicycles no longer worry about hunger. He has learned how to find food by himself. However, how can it resist all the enemies alone?
Rats always live in groups, which makes it easier to resist enemy invasion. Whoever finds the enemy coming, as long as he squeaks, everyone will hide.
There is only one person in Bick. It needs to find other mice quickly and live with them. Bick began to look for it. As long as it can stand it, it always tries its best to climb to the bushes. There are so many snakes in this place that Bick dare not climb to the ground.
It is really good at climbing trees. Its tail helped it a lot. Its tail is long and soft, and it can climb branches. With such a hook, it can climb up and down on twigs, which is no worse than a long-tailed monkey.
From big branches to big branches, from small branches to small branches, from tree to tree-the bicycle climbed for three nights in a row.
Finally, the bushes ended, and then the grass.
The bike was in the bushes and didn't meet any mice. He should run across the grass.
The grassland is dry and there will be no snakes. The little mouse became bold and dared to walk even during the day. Now it eats everything it meets: seeds and rhizomes of various plants, hard-shelled worms, green worms and worms. Soon, it learned a new way to escape from the enemy.
Here's the thing: Bick dug up some larvae of hard shell worms underground. He sat up on his hind legs and chewed carefully.
The sun is shining and grasshoppers are jumping around on the grass.
The bike saw the wild geese on the grassland in the distance, but the bike was not afraid. Goose-a bird slightly smaller than a pigeon-hangs motionless in the sky, just like hanging on a rope. Only its wings are moving slightly, and its head is turning left and right.
The little mouse doesn't know how powerful the wild goose's eyes are.
Bick's small breasts are white. When it sits down, it can be seen from a distance on the brown ground.
When Bick knew the danger, the wild goose had rushed down from above, and the arrow rushed at it.
It's too late to escape. The mouse's feet were so scared that it couldn't move. It pressed its chest to the ground and almost lost consciousness.
The wild goose flew to the mouse and suddenly flew back to the sky, and its sharp wings almost touched Bick. The geese don't understand where the little mouse is hiding. It just saw the mouse's small white and bright chest, and suddenly it was gone. He stared carefully at where the little mouse was sitting, but only saw brown mud.
Bick is still lying there, still in the sight of the geese.
It turns out that the hair on its back is brown and yellow, which is similar to the color of soil. Looking down from above, you can't find it.
A green grasshopper just jumped out of the grass.
The wild goose rushed down, caught it and flew away.
Protective color saved Bick's life.
From this time on, as soon as it finds an enemy in the distance, it immediately stays on the ground. Protective colors will work to avoid sharp eyes.
Bicycles run on the grassland every day. It looked everywhere, but couldn't find any traces of mice.
It runs all night. In the morning, it sleeps under a big tree.
The loud song woke it up. Looking down from the root of the tree, the bike saw a beautiful bird on its head-pink chest, gray head and chestnut back.
The little mouse likes listening to the happy songs of birds very much. He wanted to get close to the singer, so he climbed up the bush and got close to the bird.
The ignorant mouse didn't know it was a red-backed shellfish. Although it is a singing bird, it specializes in robbery.
Facing it naked, his mouth pecked at its back, and Bick almost fainted.
Bick was violently attacked and fell from the branch.
It landed on the soft grass and was not hurt. It's too late for the red-backed shellfish to fly down and jump on it, because the little mouse has already got under the roots.
The sly red-backed robber sat in the bushes, waiting to see if the bike would come out from under the roots again.
Where the bicycle is sitting now, you can clearly see Bush sitting with his back bare.
The branches of this shrub are covered with sharp thorns.
At the top of the thorn, like a bayonet on a gun, there are countless dead birds, lizards, frogs, crustaceans and grasshoppers. This is the robber's airborne grain depot.
If the mouse comes out from under the tree root, it will stab it, too.
The bareback horse waited for Bick all day. The robbers didn't sleep in the Woods until the sun went down. The little mouse crept out of the bush and ran away.
Now Bick is running in the dry pond.
It's completely dry moss here, so it's not easy to run in it. The main reason is that there is nothing to eat.
The next night, the little mouse had no strength at all. It struggled to climb a hill and then fell. Its eyes are too sticky to open and its throat is dry as hell. It lay down, licked the cold dew on the moss and moistened its throat a little.
It's starting to dawn. You can see the mossy valley from the distant mountain by cycling, followed by the grassland. The wet grass grows as high as a wall. But the little mouse didn't have the strength to climb the grass.
Bick thinks it's going to die. It climbed over with all its strength, but immediately fell down and rolled down the hillside. Its back landed first and its feet were facing the sky. Now it only sees a mossy hill ahead.
In the hill, there is a deep dark hole facing it, but the hole is too narrow for Bick's head to get in.
Little mouse Bick saw something moving in the depths of the hole.
After a while, a chubby and furry mountain bee appeared at the mouth of the cave. It climbed out of the small hole, scratched its round belly with its feet, patted its wings and flew into the sky.
The mountain bee circled on the mountain, flew back to its small hole and landed at the hole. It stood there, working with its hard wings, and the wind blew all the way to the little mouse.
This mountain bee is the trumpeter of the mountain bee. It drives the fresh air into the deep and long hole-change some air in the hole-and wakes up the nearby mountain bees who are still sleeping in their nests.
After a while, all the mountain bees climbed out of the small hole one by one and flew to the grassland to collect honey. The trumpeter flew last. Bick was left alone. He already knows what he should do to survive.
It crawled desperately with its front foot and reached the small hole of the mountain bee. The sweet smell rushed into its nose from there.
Bick hit the ground with his nose. The soil has fallen.
It hit one after another until it dug a hole. At the bottom of the hole is a big beehive made of gray wax. In some beehives, there are larvae of mountain bees; Some beehives are full of fragrant yellow honey.
The little mouse greedily licked the sweets. After licking all the honey, it turned to the larvae and ate them alive.
His strength recovered immediately. He has never had such a full meal since he left his mother. It still digs the soil-it's not hard now-and finds all the new hives, which are honey and larvae.
Suddenly, something stung its cheek. The bike jumped off and a big bee climbed to it from the ground.
The bike tried to pounce on it, but the wings of the mountain bee buzzed on its head: the mountain bee came back from the grassland. Their whole army rushed at the little mouse, which had no choice but to run away.
Bick jumped on all fours to escape from them. Its natural tight hair blocked the fierce acupuncture of mountain bees for it. However, the mountain bee picks up less hair and stings ears, feet and forehead.
It flew to the grassland in one breath and hid in the dense grass.
The mountain bee also relaxed it and returned to their robbed nest.
The bike came to an island, where there was no one; There are not even mice on the island. Only birds, snakes and frogs live there, because they don't care if they want to cross a wide river.
Bike people have to live alone surrounded by enemies.
Although Bick is just a little mouse, he does exactly the same thing as Robinson: first, he wants to build a house.
No one has taught it to build a house, and this skill is its blood. Its structure is exactly the same as that of all mice of its kind.
On the moor, there are tall reeds with grass in the middle-these reeds and grass are good materials for making nests for mice.
Bike picked a few small reeds growing side by side, climbed on them, bit off the upper section, and then bit the top with his teeth. It is light and small, so the grass can support it easily.
It went to look for leaves again. It climbed onto the grass and bit off the leaves on the stem. When the leaves fell, the little mouse climbed down, and the two front feet lifted the leaves and bit them with their teeth to tear them up. The little mouse put the fiber tendons on the leaves and embedded them in the top of the split stem. It climbed the same thin reed, pressed them under it, and connected their upper ends one by one.
Therefore, it has a small round house, much like a bird's nest. The whole house is as big as a fist made by a child.
The little mouse went out next to the house covered with moss, leaves and small grass roots. It makes the bed with soft and warm tidbits. This bedroom is well done.
Now the bike has a rest place, which can avoid the wind and rain and the enemy. This grass nest, hidden in tall reeds and dense grass, will not be noticed from a distance even if its eyes are sharp. No snake can climb into its nest, it is hanging in the air, how high it is from the ground!
The days passed day by day.
The little mouse lives safely in his cabin in the air. It has come a long way, but it has become very small.
Nowadays, Bick is often away from home for a long time. On a hot day, it bathes in a pond not far from the grassland.
Once, when he went out from home at night, he found two mountain beehives in the grassland, filled with honey, lying in the grass there sleeping.
Bick didn't go home until morning. It is under the nest and has found something bad. A wide mucus sticks to the ground and a rhizome, and a fat tail sticks out of the nest. The little mouse was really frightened this time. This smooth and fat tail looks like a snake. The snake's tail is hard and scaly. But this one is light, soft and full of mucus.
Bick summoned up his courage and climbed closer along the trunk to see the unexpected guest.
At this time, the tail was slowly turning, and the frightened mouse immediately rolled to the ground. He hid in the grass and saw this strange thing crawling lazily out of his house.
The little mouse saw it crawl out slowly. It turned out to be a big snail. The big snail climbed to the ground. Its soft abdomen lies flat on the trunk, leaving a large piece of mucus.
The bike slipped away before climbing to the ground. The soft snail won't embarrass it, but the little mouse hates this slow and sticky animal.
After a few o'clock, Bick didn't go home. The snail climbed to an unknown place.
The little mouse climbed into its nest, which was full of sticky mucus. Bick threw away all the moss and replaced it with a new one. It doesn't go to bed until it lays eggs.
From then on, he always blocked the door with a pile of hay when he went out from home.
The days are getting shorter and shorter, and the nights are particularly cold.
When the seeds of weeds are ripe, the wind blows them to the ground, and flocks of birds fly to the grassland where mice live to grab grass seeds.
The bike is full. He is getting fatter every day and his hair is shining.
Now, this four-legged Robinson has built a storeroom for herself, where she stores food for the winter.
It dug a small hole with a wider bottom in the ground. It puts grass seeds in it, just like in a cellar.
It always rains. The ground was soft, the grass was yellow, soaked and fell. Bick's hut fell down, and now it is hanging not far from the ground, and it is moldy.
Bick decided to go underground. It is no longer afraid that the snake will crawl into its hole, and it is no longer afraid that the restless frog will scare it. Snakes and frogs have been hidden in one place.
The little mouse chose a dry and quiet place to nest at the foot of the mountain. On the sheltered side, Bick built a road leading to the cave, so that the cold wind could not blow to his place.
There is a long straight corridor from the entrance. The end of the straight corridor is wider and becomes a small round room. Bick dragged the dry moss here-built himself a dormitory.
In its new underground dormitory, it is warm and comfortable. It dug its way to the cellar from the underground bedroom, so that it could not run out.
Birds will never fly to the grassland to peck at grass seeds again. The grass clings to the ground tightly, and the cold wind blows freely on the island.
Bick was terribly fat at that time. Feel how weak it is, the lazier it is, and rarely climb out of the hole.
One morning, it found that the entrance to its room was blocked. It bit through the cold and crisp snow and headed for the grassland.
It's very cold today.
Bick is always listless and sleepy. It often stays in the bedroom for two or three days now and has been sleeping. As soon as it woke up, it went to the cellar, which was full and slept for several days.
It's not even outside.
Underground is really comfortable. It curled its furry body into a warm ball and lay on a soft bed. Its little heart is beating slower and lighter, and its breathing is getting lighter and lighter. A sweet sleep finally conquered it.
Bick slept quietly because he had two cellars of grass seeds. But it did not expect that a sudden misfortune would soon befall it.
One night, Bick woke up in his cave. In his sleep, the little mouse felt something heavy on his back, and the cold immediately invaded his hair.
Bick woke up completely, shivering with cold. Mud and snow fell from above, its ceiling collapsed and the corridor was blocked.
You can't wait a minute. You should go to the cellar to eat grass and seeds as soon as possible. It will be warmer when you are full, and frozen animals will not die.
The little mouse jumped up, stepped on the snow and ran towards the cellar door.
Around the snow, there are narrow and deep pits-the footprints of sheep. Bick always falls into the pit, climbs up, or falls.
When it reached the cellar, it found only one big pit.
The sheep not only destroyed its basement, but also ate all the grain it had stored.
The bicycle finally dug out some grass seeds in the pit and was trampled into the snow by the sheep's hoof.
Food gives the little mouse a lot of strength and makes it warm. I'll be lazy if I sleep again. But it understands: sleep-it will definitely freeze to death.
Bick interrupted his lazy thoughts and ran away.
Where are you going? It doesn't even know it. Just run and let your temper run.
The little mouse ran to the river and stopped. The river bank is steep, and there is a shadow under the cliff. Ahead is a wide frozen river, shining.
Go back, it will be cold and hungry there. There may be food and warmth in front, and the bike runs forward. It went off the cliff and left the island.
But a pair of fierce eyes have found it.
Before it reached the center of the river, a fast and silent shadow followed it. It is this shadow, a faint shadow, which I can only see when I turn around. It doesn't know what will happen next.
The shadow covered the little mouse. The hooked claws caught its body and it hurt terribly. I don't know what pecked it hard on the head. Bick even lost consciousness.
Bick woke up in the dark. It lies on something hard and uneven. My head and body hurt badly, but I feel warm.
After licking the wound, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.
It sees itself in a wide place, and the round wall extends to it. I can't see the ceiling, but there is a big hole in the mouse's head. The light of the morning glow is still very dim. Through this hole, it hits this place.
The bike jumped up at the sight of it lying on something. It turned out to be lying on a dead mouse. There are many mice, and they are all stiff.
Fear gave the little mouse strength. Bick climbed up the straight and rough wall and looked out.
There are only branches covered with snow around. The top of the bush can be seen under the branches.
The bike is in the tree by itself: he is looking out of the hole in the tree.
It turned out to be a big-eared owl in the forest, chasing it on the ice in the river. The owl pecked its head with its mouth, grabbed it with its claws and took it to the forest.
Fortunately, the owl is full: it just caught a rabbit and is full. Its stomach is so full that there is no room for a little mouse. It decided to keep Bike and store it.
The owl took it to the Woods and threw it into the tree hole in his storeroom. Owls have put dozens of dead mice here since autumn. It is always difficult to find food in winter, and even this sly burglar owl often goes hungry.
Naturally, it doesn't know that the little mouse just fainted; If not, it will peck the mouse's skull with its sharp mouth at once. It always kills mice at once.
This time, Bick was really lucky.
The bike climbed down from the tree safely and got into the bushes.
Until now, it didn't realize that there was something wrong with it: its breath made a sharp sound from its throat. Although it is not fatal, the owl's claws scratched its chest, so it made a sharp sound after running fast.
It rested for a while, breathed normally, and the harsh voice disappeared. The little mouse ate the bitter bark on the bush and ran forward again-far away from this terrible place.
The bike ran to the grass. Behind the fence, there stood a big house, and the chimney was smoking. A fox found its footprints.
The fox has a keen sense of smell. It immediately knew that the little mouse had just run past and was chasing it.
Bick didn't know that the fox was chasing it with footprints. So two big dogs barked from the house and ran to him. He thought it was over.
But the dog, really, didn't notice it. When they saw the fox jump out of the bushes and chase it, they jumped at the fox.
The fox suddenly turned around. Its fiery red tail, only a flash, disappeared in the Woods. The dog jumped over the mouse's head and ran into the bush.
Bick went to the house without accident and got into the basement.
The first thing Bick felt in the basement was a strong rat smell.
Every animal has its own smell, and mice distinguish each other by their breath, just as we distinguish people by their appearance.
So Bick knows that the mice living there are not the same species. But they are all mice, and Bick is also a little mouse. It is happy with them, just as Robinson is happy to meet someone when he comes back from a desert island.