Late at night, the mother fox put her arms around the little fox and said, “My dear baby, it’s time for us to go to bed.”
The little fox’s eyes rolled steadily, and he shook his head vigorously: “No, no, I’m not sleepy at all, I still want to play.”
The little fox broke away from his mother’s arms as he said, jumped to the ground and rolled around–oh, the little golden fox became a little golden ball. Mother smiled and gave the little ball a little bit. The ball rolled forward swayingly. The little fox is head down for a while, feet up for a while, alas, his head is dizzy!
Mom knew that the little fox must be turning dizzy, so she picked him up, and then gently threw him upward-the little fox turned a few somersaults in the air, haha, he was flying!
Oops, the little fox jumped too high and too high, no, it hit the corner of the closet. ‘
Wow, it hurts! The little fox couldn’t help crying, and the little ball was deflated.
The mother fox hurriedly picked up the little ball shrunk on the ground, rubbed it here, rubbed it there; blowing and blowing here, and blowing there.
The little ball rolled around in his mother’s arms, he stretched his neck comfortably, straightened his hands and feet, and stretched out a big lazy waist—
The bare little ball grew small hairs, and then a piece protruded here and a piece recessed there. In the blink of an eye, the little golden skin turned into a little golden fox.
“Ah, I’m really tired,” the little fox said with a yawn, “I want to sleep.”
After speaking, the little fox slipped his head into his mother’s arms and closed his eyes quietly. Mother held the little fox in one hand, patted with the other hand on his back, and sang while patting: “Little baby, go to bed, mother is squinting; baby, I’m asleep, mother is accompanying Old…”