Maybe you're actually a mole.

"Institute

So summer is the best! " The rabbit bounced in front of it.

The fox and the beaver looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads together.

"yesterday, when you were eating fruit, you said autumn was the best." Said the beaver.

"because I'm always changing." The rabbit is upright and confident, and his ears tremble. "my mind is very flexible!"

"all right." The fox sighed, "you said it would be best."

"Don't be so unconvinced." The rabbit did not look back, a long ear turned to the direction of the fox, "if you look at the scenery here, you will think I have a point."

The stream jumps past, and the water sings a brisk song. The grass by the river is bright and clean, with clumps of small white flowers. The hillside was covered with a furry green, which joined the clear blue sky in the distance. The sun slanted down and shook gently in the wind.

The fox shook his ears and took a deep breath. The smell of early summer flowed through the fox, and the fox felt that every pore was as comfortable as rolling on the grass.

"Summer is really good." The fox nodded.

"Wow.

Oh, when did a lot of flowers bloom here? " The rabbit has forgotten the debate about the season. "come and see!"

A somewhat abrupt big stone, covered with a layer of gentle plants, is blooming large blue flowers, hanging down like a bright waterfall.

"the blue one." The beaver ran over and touched the petals carefully. "I seldom see blue flowers." I remember seeing the emerald Finch last year, which was also blue. Fox, you've seen blue flowers in so many places, haven't you? "

The fox nodded and followed. "well, when I walked across the plateau, I saw a lot of blue and purple flowers, but not that big. It was probably this time last year. "

The fox stopped.

"what's wrong?" The rabbit smelled the big flowers covered with a layer of flowers, and his mouth was not idle. "do you think of something?"

The fox gave a slight tug at the corner of his mouth. "I think it's probably the same time when I met a bunny last year. It's a big, round, furry cat. "

"what happened to the bunny?" Asked the rabbit.

"it's nothing." The fox shook his head. The hare has four short legs and is always lying in the hole ready to ambush something. He looks chubby and thinks he should be an optimist, but he says he is lonely. I also think that he really seems very lonely. "

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The beaver nodded and brushed her fingers slowly over the petals. The rabbit laughed, "Why do you look chubby and feel like an optimist?" The mole is not very happy either. "

The fox froze for a moment. "feel it."

"should the skinny one look depressed?" The rabbit said, "Dr. Badger doesn't look depressed either."

"Dr. Badger looks very energetic." The fox did not know how the topic came here. "maybe it's the feeling. Those who feel fat should always be happy."

"it doesn't make sense." The rabbit turned back and went on to the front of the flower. "isn't that right, Xiao Hua?" Oh, no, it should be a big flower. Look at the big petals. What kind of flower is this? "

"I think it's Jackman clematis." The beaver scratched his nose as if not sure, "I think so."

"from the Mole's book again?" Rabbit jokes.

"I bought some myself." The beaver was a little embarrassed. "I want to know more about plants." After all, they always live with plants. "

"it's over. I was infected by the mole." The rabbit flipped his mouth, "another bookworm." Well, tell us about it. "

"Hmm.

. " The beaver thought for a moment and picked up the petals of clematis. "for example, look at this, it's not really petals."

"not petals?" The rabbit looked closely. "it's all petals anyway."

"this is actually the sepals of flowers," explained the beaver. "the sepals of most flowers are green, pointed and supported under the flowers. You must have seen it. "

The fox thought for a moment and nodded.

The rabbit blinked. "that seems to be the case."

"this clematis has no petals, and the sepals look like petals. The petals you say are actually sepals. " Said the beaver.

"so it's a fake flower." The rabbit flipped his mouth and said, "it looks real."

"I can't say it's a fake flower." The beaver scratched its head and didn't know how to explain it. "it's a real flower, too."

"Oh, what a hassle." The rabbit shook his hand and said, "like petals, just regard them as petals."

The fox's expression froze suddenly.

"Yan

As far as I'm concerned, it can't be called petals. " The beaver waved his hand, "there is a clear definition of petals, it is not petals, it is sepals."

"just call the petals." Rabbit lips, "anyway, it looks like petals, don't be so clear …"

"We still need to figure it out." The beaver retorted hopelessly, "well. For example, we saw an orchid mantis last year. She looks like an orchid, but it's not an orchid either. "

"the flower with the monkey face is not a monkey either." Whispered the fox.

The rabbit and the beaver stopped and looked at the fox strangely.

"Why do you suddenly say that?" The rabbit straightened his ears and asked in a low voice.

The fox sprang to his feet, walked two steps and sat down. "I thought of a plant I had encountered before, called Monkey face Little Dragon Orchid. It is an orchid, but the petals come together like the face of a monkey. "

The beaver nodded. "I've seen it in a book, and it does look like it."

"your voice sounds a little strange." The rabbit asked carefully, "are you all right?"

The fox shook his head gently. "I just want what you say. You say it looks like petals, just think of them as petals. I remember the time when I met the monkey-faced little dragon orchid. At that time, I was a little confused and didn't know who I was. "

"you are a fox." The rabbit said, reaching out and touching the fox's forehead, "you don't have a fever, do you?" Would you like to see Dr. Badger? "

The beaver looked at the fox with a worried face, clutching a piece of bark in his hand.

"Hmm.

"No fever." The fox smiled softly, but the expression was a little strange. "I don't think I'm a fox. Foxes are all loners, but I am afraid of loneliness. I have come so far, looking and searching, just trying to find a place where I am not lonely. "

The fox sighed, "the fox shouldn't be like this." How do I know I'm a fox? "

"but you." The rabbit stamped his foot. "you are the fox."

"well. Yeah. " The fox nodded and sighed. "all the animals I met said I was a fox. But what if I look like the sepals of clematis and look like petals, but I'm not? What if I just look like a fox, but I'm not? "

"you are not a fox. What would that be? " The rabbit circled the fox. "is it a mole?" Is it so well disguised? "

The rabbit laughed and the beaver gave a short laugh. The fox grinned, but the smile didn't stop. It just slipped across his face.

"I see. I always look like a fox on my appearance." The fox sighed lightly. "but what about the heart?" If my heart is not a fox, maybe a wild goose, or a capybara, or a wolf? How can you tell on the surface? "

The rabbit's eyebrows twisted together, thought for a moment, and stamped his foot hard. "you're right. Maybe you're a mole in your heart. "

"Yes, it may be." The fox shook his head. "but what can I do to know who I really am?" Where can I find myself in my heart? "

The beaver came slowly and handed over a fruit.

The fox nodded gently, took the fruit, held it in his mouth, and did not speak.

The beaver looked at the fox and looked straight into his eyes.

"so." The beaver said slowly, "are you, are you leaving?"

The rabbit's eyes flared wide and a big tear overflowed.

The fox slowly lowered his head. "I don't know."

"I really don't know." Whispered the fox.

The beaver patted the fox on the shoulder and heaved a long sigh.

To be continued