The story of the beast of the Xiaoxing'anling Forest - the bird of the "Frightened Bow"

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In ancient times, there was a magical legend of the bird of the bow, and I did not have the clever calculation ability of the protagonist in the story, but I did something very similar to the bird of the bow.

Listen to me slowly.

When I was a child, I was a wild child, and I couldn't help but be wild, and I did all the naughty things that naughty children did, such as going up the mountain, climbing trees, hunting birds, and touching fish in the water.

Sitting in the classroom, I was still an obedient and honest child, and once I left the school and went into the mountains and forests, it was complete relaxation, and the mountains and forests were my paradise.

I remember once, just made a slingshot, want to try the power of the new slingshot, a man with plenty of bullets, came to the woods, slingshot bullets are my carefully selected stones, well-proportioned size, smooth bullets.

I walked in the woods, no less than an old hunter who had been hunting for many years, searching for my target under the trees. Not long after, there was a dangdang sound not far away, and the target came, and the people in the mountains were familiar with this sound, which was a wood-chasing bird catching insects, with a long pointed beak on the wood. I followed the sound, and on the trunk of a dead pine tree I saw a wood-chasing bird, and this woodpecker was pecking hard at the trunk, and the sawdust splashed. There are many kinds of woodpeckers in our mountains, but this is only the largest one, similar to the size of a pigeon, with brightly colored feathers.

I am thirty or forty meters away from the woodpecker, the wood bird is more than a meter high from the ground, this distance and height is just suitable for shooting, at this time I have already put the teacher's teachings, what woodpecker is a beneficial bird, what woodpecker is a doctor of trees, all forgotten, just aim at the target, try the power of my slingshot.

I held my breath, rounded one eye, closed one eye, aimed accurately, the opportunity could not be lost, and launched.

The bullet whizzed out, and I thought to myself that the woodpecker was finished, and must have been hit by the bullet and landed on the ground. Because the target is close and the target is still large, I still have some confidence in my shooting level.

I looked toward my target, and the scene in front of me was greatly unexpected, the woodpecker did not land, did not fly away, did not nag the wood.

How? I muttered in my heart, such a big target, such a close distance, the bullet can't fly, right?

Then I saw the woodpecker's head slowly leaning back, as if asleep, but the paws were still firmly grasping the trunk. I couldn't care less, so I rushed over and grabbed the woodpecker who was still looking up.

I carefully inspected the woodpecker Caught in my hand, there was no wound on the head, there was no wound on the body, what happened to the woodpecker, the woodpecker was motionless in my hand.

I looked more closely at the trunk, and there was a small pit on the trunk next to the woodpecker's nagging marks, new marks, which were left by my slingshot bullets. I understood, I didn't hit the woodpecker, the bullet hit the trunk, and at the moment when the bullet hit the trunk, the long beak of the woodpecker was right on the wood, and the sound of the huge bullet hitting the wood stunded the woodpecker who was nagging the wood, and the woodpecker was stunned, and his head was thrown back, but his paws were still clutching the trunk.

After a while, the woodpecker eased up. I happily carried the woodpecker home and put it in the cage, where the woodpecker was very cheerful and jumped non-stop. The little friends all came to see my booty, listened to my story and half-believed,

Because no one has ever experienced such a thing.

Woodpeckers eat bugs, where to get so many bugs to feed it, under the persuasion of my grandmother I let the woodpecker fly, I can't bear to starve the woodpecker alive.

This is the story of my "frightened bow" bird, the ancients only used the bow without arrows to scare the wounded goose down, I fired a bullet with a slingshot, but did not hit the target and shot the bird down.