It was a gloomy winter night, and just as I was about to fall asleep, my grandfather suddenly heard a loud "bang" in the yard, as if something heavy had been overturned.
Grandpa opened his eyes sharply, and the lamp was too late to light, grabbed the iron fork by the door and rushed to the yard.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and Grandpa was carrying a fork, vigilantly inspecting every corner of the yard.
Just as he was about to let go of his heart, suddenly, a pair of green eyes flashed gently in the black shadow at the root of the wall - it was a huge black shadow!
In just a moment, those eyes disappeared into the night again. Grandpa steadied himself and cautiously approached the base of the wall with his fork.
Under the moonlight, he saw a few bricks being overturned to the ground, the wooden door of the chicken coop was also tilted and half open, and a few black chicken feathers hung on the threshold.
"This must be a wild cat breaking in and stealing chickens!" Grandpa secretly shouted in his heart that it was not good.
He quickly ran to the chicken coop and looked at the lamp, and the hens inside were all nesting together in panic, but the largest safflower hen was missing.
"Chicken thief!" Grandpa cursed secretly, picked up his fork and ran outside the courtyard door. He will definitely recover the safflower hen, and he must not let this thief succeed!
Grandpa trotted all the way and soon left the village and came to a large mass grave on the edge of the village.
It is overcast, overgrown with weeds and smells of corruption.
Grandpa held up the lantern, identified the footprints on the ground, and followed until he disappeared.
"Don't think about running!" Grandpa narrowed his eyes and carried his fork between the graves.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through, and there was a strange sound of "babbling-babbling-" between the tombstones, and grandpa felt slightly hairy in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and moved forward.
At this moment, "Meow-" With a scream, a huge black shadow emerged from between the two tombs, it was the pair of green eyes in the courtyard just now!
With a safflower hen in its mouth, it nimbly walks through the grave and is about to leave.
"If you want to run, it's not that easy!" Grandpa was quick and threw a fork at it ...
The iron fork streaked by, and the tanuki nimbly avoided it, and the fork only cut off a few of its furs.
It grabbed the hen in its mouth and slammed into the depths of the cemetery, quickly disappearing.
Grandpa was so angry that his fists were clenched, and he had to return empty-handed.
When he got home, his grandmother saw that he looked annoyed, so she persuaded: "In this way, let's cook and eat the rest of the hens, so as not to let this thief come to the door again!"
Grandpa thought about it and said, "Don't worry, this tanuki will definitely come again, I see that he is worried about our hen." I'll set another trap, and I'll make sure to capture it alive!"
Grandma saw that he was completely sure, so she stopped persuading him. Unexpectedly, grandpa's prophecy turned out to be true...
Three days later, at night, the moon was dark and windy, which was a good time to catch ghosts.
Grandpa set traps around the yard in advance, and then pretended to sleep and secretly observed the movements outside.
Late at night, a gust of wind blew and the leaves clattered. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped down from the wall and landed lightly on the ground. It was a tanuki cat as big as a native dog, with black and white patterns that stood out in the moonlight.
It watched warily and quietly touched the chicken coop.
Just as it was about to enter the chicken coop, with a click, it was put into the noose at the door of the chicken coop!" It's my way!" Grandpa was overjoyed and rushed out of the house with an iron fork. The black and white tanuki let out a mournful cry and struggled desperately, but in the end could not escape.
Early the next morning, Grandpa called the whole village to watch the giant cat that he had captured alive.
"Lao Zhang, you see that this cat is as strong as a calf, it's not easy to catch it!"
"It's really a thief cat, if it weren't for our old Li Yingming's decisiveness, he would definitely let it harm our nest of good chickens!"
......
Everyone was talking about it, and even the children were so scared that they shrunk into their mother's arms.
Grandpa skinned the cat and gave the meat to everyone in the village. In the evening, everyone burned the hot pot and cooked the cat meat and ate it.
Strangely, after eating, they all said that they felt an inexplicable chill.
#Headline Creation Challenge##Countryside##故事#
