Dog of Disaster

This is a very beautiful hunting dog, black and white country fur color, proportionate body, long legs, running up fast and fast as the wind; the name is also beautiful, called flower eagle, meaning as agile and brave as the eagle. The original owner of the flower hawk was the old hunter Ai Xiangzai of Manguanglao village, but since the adoption of the flower hawk, Ai Xiangzai's family has been in constant trouble: first, the eldest son went to the mountains to cut down a tree, and was smashed by a tree that fell down the mountain and broke his leg; soon after, the youngest son pounded gunpowder with a stone pestle, and the gunpowder exploded by itself, blinding the youngest son in one eye; then Ai Xiangzai took the flower hawk to the mountains to hunt, and saw a dog bear come out of the grass areoles five meters away. The bear heard the commotion and pounced on him, Ai Xiangzai still dropped his shotgun and climbed the tree, but one of his heels was bitten by the bear along with his shoe.

The shaman came into the courtyard and pointed to the flower hawk tied to the house post and said, "This dog has a very heavy Yin energy and will bring disaster to the owner's family. Well, black tears flow from its eyes all day long." Ai Xiangzai immediately pulled the flower hawk over and lifted the white hair on its cheeks, and found that in the white bush, there were a few short black hairs hidden, intermittently, hanging from the eyelids to the kiss of the mouth. Ai Xiangzai's young son swung a chestnut stick and was about to knock the dog's nose, but the sorcerer stopped him. The shaman said solemnly: "This dog can not be killed, who killed it, its body Yin like a tree planted in whose house, the root of the trouble in whose house, can only be sold or given away."

So, Ai Xiangzai let the wind out, who gives ten dollars, you can take the dog away.

Ten yuan can only buy a chicken, a chicken for a dog, it is like picking up for nothing. But the people in the village already know that this is an unlucky dog, and no one asks for it even cheaper.

I am a young intellectual, who does not believe in gods and goddesses, I think, a flower hawk was a black hair white hair mixed flower dog, white face with a few black hairs, is very normal, what black tears, pure superstition. I was already interested in hunting and wanted to have a hunting dog, but the price of a hunting dog is expensive, I worked hard to plant for a year, but not a medium-level hunting dog, because of my shyness. The wish to have a hunting dog has not been realized, now there is such a bargain that, would not miss. I shelled out ten dollars and brought the dog back.

I used golden bamboo to build a doghouse under the eaves of my cabin, laying a layer of soft straw inside, and used two sections of dragon bamboo to make a trough and a water trough, hanging at the door of the doghouse, to set up a new "home" for the flower hawk. The hawk was very happy with this new home, and got into the straw and rolled around a few times, and then came out in front of me and shook its black tail vigorously, up and down, left and right, like a blossoming chrysanthemum. It and I seem to have a past life, as if a few days, it became a heart-to-heart friend. Every morning, the sun on the verdant peaks across the dam on the road out of a little red, it will use its paws to pick the door of my cabin, on time to wake me from sleep; daytime, whether I go up the mountain to chop wood or plow, it is like a shadow to follow me. Sometimes, he would play with other dogs in the cottage, but as soon as I called his name, he would immediately leave his playmates and run back to me like a whirlwind. Once, when I was lying in bed with a cold and fever and did not want to eat, he grated a meat bone from the garbage and brought what he thought was the most delicious thing to my bedside, but unfortunately, I could not enjoy his generosity.

When the late rice harvest was over, the golden waves of rice turned into lonely stubble in the big field, and it was a good hunting season when I took the flower hawk to the mountains to hunt rabbits. Somehow, when I was jumping a stream that was only half a meter wide, I twisted my foot and broke my neck. I took the flower eagle to the old forest to bury the trap iron clip, want to catch a few tender porcupine types of meat, to the market for some pocket money, I just buried the trap iron clip into the path covered with wild animal tracks, the pin on the iron clip automatically detached, I dodged, bang, the iron rod came down heavily, hit the back of my hand, the back of my hand immediately steamed up an oozing blood bun, can not pinch chopsticks for a month. I thought of the witch's words about black tears and thought, "Could it be that the flower hawk does carry Yin energy, making me unlucky? I believe in materialism, but I am not a firm materialist, and God knows if there are ghosts in this world. I think I should take little precautionary measures, so I used the shears on the flower eagle's white face so that a few small handfuls of black hair were cut clean. The black hair is gone, but the place was cut off to reveal the red flesh, a little bit embedded in the snow-white hair, black tears became red tears, red tears, is not the blood tears? The bad omen increased, the ghostly aura rose, and I was even more twisted in my heart. At this time, another thing happened that made my soul fly away. That night, I went to a neighboring village to chat with someone, only to get up at midnight with the flower eagle to go home, halfway along the Kunluo highway, suddenly, the flower eagle roared, forked into a path towards the slope of the mountain, I thought it had found something valuable prey, so I rushed to follow. There was no moon in the sky, the stars were hazy, visibility was low, and I was dizzy walking one foot high and one foot low. The hawk suddenly stopped barking and ran back to my heels, carrying something in its mouth, white and round. I bent down to pick it up from its mouth and put it under my nose, almost stopping my heart from beating in shock, I was holding a skeleton in my hand, the empty skull was burning with a layer of green phosphorescence, spitting out from the mouth, nose and eye holes. I looked around with wide eyes, a mound of earth in the east, a stone in the west, I was in a mass grave, I hysterically shouted, still the skull, turned and fled ......

At this point, I began to believe that the flower eagle is indeed wrapped in a cloud of eerie ghostly aura. I thought although I am just a peasant living at the bottom of society, humble and lowly, but this life is always worth more than a dog, to protect their own lives or to protect the dog, of course, to protect their own lives. I lowered the price by five yuan to get rid of the flower hawk, but still, no one wants it, kill and can not kill, sell there is not sold, so I had to throw it away.

As the saying goes, a dog that can't be driven away can't be fed to a tame wolf. It is not an easy thing to throw away a loyal hunting dog. At first, I took down the doghouse under the eaves and coaxed the flower hawk out of the house, but it still came through the hole in the fence and lay on the old site of the doghouse, barking at me aggressively, as if asking me: Why are you tearing down my nest? You're a total scoundrel, I paid for you, and I have the right to take you or leave you! If expulsion from the house does not work, I will send you to the forest to become a wild dog. I blindfolded him with a piece of cloth, borrowed a bicycle, rode a dozen kilometers in one breath, climbed two more mountains, pulled a vine and tied him to a small tree in a barren ravine, and then rode home quickly without waiting for him to bite the vine of his neck. But on the evening of the third day, I was washing my face by the well when I heard a familiar barking sound coming from the entrance of the village, and then he rolled up to me like a dog, his eyes shining with surprise of a long reunion, so excited that his bark was a little raspy, and he pounced desperately on my arms, sticking out his long tongue to lick my face. I was so angry that I kicked it in the abdomen, and this kick was so hard that it was like a soccer ball being shoveled, howling and slithering out, struggling for days before it could barely stand up, its body bent in a 30-degree arc to the left, unable to straighten out, spinning in painful circles. I kicked it to break its ribs, I was a little bit uncomfortable, but then I thought, how can I get rid of its entanglement without a little bit of poison? I ruthlessly and fiercely rushed over and lifted my foot to pretend to kick it again, and it fled into the bamboo forest with its tail between its legs, whimpering sadly.

I was relieved, thinking that it was disabled by my beating like an ingrate and would probably change its love to hate and never bother me again. But I was wrong. It didn't leave me because I broke my ribs, and as soon as I left the house, I saw it appearing in my field of vision like a ghost. It no longer dares to jump into my arms or come in front of me, it is always 30 or 40 meters away from me, bending its body and snooping around like a thief. Whenever I look at it, it wags its tail vigorously and wails like a sob, its eyes full of aggression, which disturbs me and makes me feel a kind of fear and irritation of being haunted. I did not even have the last bit of compassion, I could not stand it, and I had the idea of ending the matter once and for all.

That day, I wrapped a few piles of lemongrass roast beef with banana leaves and went to the back of the fortress on the 100-foot cliff, which was so steep that even monkeys couldn't climb it, and there were some thorny zinnias growing on the wall. Needless to say, the flower hawk was sneaking up behind me. I called out in a soft tone of voice, "Come here, Flower Hawk. Flower Hawk, come here!" He leaped out from behind a bush unsuspectingly, woofing, and ran to me, tail wagging faster than a spinning wheel, eyes shining with tears, body trembling with excitement. This idiot thought I was going to renew my friendship with him. I saw that its fur was covered with resinous grass pulp, mottled, like a mangy dog, and its belly was empty and deflated, so it hadn't had a full meal in days. This has created favorable conditions for my plan. I pulled out a piece of beef, the rich aroma spread out, the flower hawk excited towards my hand with beef jumping around. I dodged and slowly moved towards the edge of the cliff. I don't know if it was because my attitude suddenly became friendly that it was too happy to forget, or the scent of food stimulated it to look at the terrain, it was still jumping about a foot away from the cliff without any care. I blocked its view with my body, spread my palm, teased it twice with the beef in front of its nose, then suddenly threw the beef out toward the cliff, then took a step across and flashed out into the open. The eagle leaped into the air and bit the piece of beef, it was accurate to catch the beef, but the body has completely out of the cliff. At that moment, it realized that it was in danger, and sharply rotated the dog's waist, trying to retreat to the cliff, but it was already too late, and it sank from the cliff like a stone dropped into the water.

Well, as God can testify, I did not push him down, I said to myself that he fell accidentally, not murder, but an accident! That way I had no responsibility, no guilt, and certainly no need to worry that the yin energy it carried would plant itself on me like a tree after it died and take root in my house.

I waited to hear the imminent sound of the object falling to the ground, but all I heard was the wailing of the dog. I lay down on the cliff and cautiously stuck my head out to see that the flowering eagle had not fallen into the abyss of a hundred feet, it had only fallen one meter and was stopped by a bush of zinnias. It was lying in the thorny bush, four claws gouging the rock wall with difficulty, mouth biting a briar bar, saw my face sticking out from the cliff, a whimpering cry in his throat, eyes flooded with a begging light, at this time, but still forgot to shake that black tail at me. I know, it is asking me for help, I just need to reach down a hand, it can save it from the desperate situation, but I did not do so. I observed the next, Bauhinia yo-yo, can not bear its weight, it bites Bauhinia gouge the rock wall, it is unlikely to last long, sooner or later is to fall. I was relieved to stand up, patting the ash on my body, and went back to the cottage.

I did not expect the dog's survival ability to be so strong. That afternoon, I came back from fishing in the river, and once I entered the Lombard gate of the fortress, I bumped into the flower eagle. I don't know how it escaped death, perhaps by holding a barb in its mouth and enduring the pain of the barbs tearing its mouth, climbing little by little from the wall to the gentle slope; perhaps it was like riding a multi-step slide from this bush above to the bush below and finally sliding out of the abyss of a hundred feet. . I was not interested in examining its adventures, but only worried that it would come back to haunt me, but this time it learned its lesson and knew better, and when it saw me, it stopped wagging its tail, and stopped barking softly, and turned its head into the ditch and hid far away. After that, he no longer followed me like a ghost, nor did he run under my roof. Sometimes when we met by chance at the corner of the field, he only gave me one more look with a very complicated look and left.

Thank God, I finally got rid of its pestering.

Half a month later, one day at noon, I went swimming in the river, no one was around, it was quiet. I swam into a patch of reeds, and suddenly I heard a chirping sound in the reeds, and a two-foot-long Indian crocodile swam toward me with its huge mouth open. I hurriedly turned around and swam to the shore. Although the body of the Indian crocodile is huge, it is exceptionally flexible in the water, and its flat and long tail is like a giant oar, so it leaped up like an arrow with a gentle stroke and was only about ten meters away from me. I was still soaking in the middle of the river. I am anxious, one side of the struggle to paddle arms while screaming for help. The worst thing is that this place is more than a kilometer away from the fortress, my voice is even louder than others can hear. I thought that I would soon be caught by a damn Indian crocodile, dragged into the mud at the bottom of the river and smothered to death, and then swallowed into the belly of the crocodile in pieces. Suddenly, I heard a familiar barking sound, and when I looked up, I saw Flower Hawk panting on the riverbank. "Flower Hawk, come and save me!" I hurriedly waved to it and shouted. Without hesitation, it rushed down the riverbank, jumped into the water, and swam over to me. Because of its broken ribs, it swam in an awkward position, bending its body like a ballet in diving, but it swam very hard, treading water desperately on all four legs, and soon came to my side. As if it had never had any trouble with me, as if there had never been a gap between us, it stuck to my body, its black tail stood up from the water, wagged towards me, and woofed twice in a mellow voice, as if to say, "Master, don't be afraid, I'm coming! Then it turned around and gave a series of violent roars at the Indian crocodile, as if to say, "You bad guy, with me here, you don't want to hurt a hair of my master's head!

The flowering eagle blocked the Indian crocodile for me and blocked the vicious death for me.

I climbed to the shore and dared to look back, but I couldn't see anything anymore. The dense reeds cut off my view, and all I could hear was the barking and biting of dogs from deep within the reeds, the churning of the crocodile's tail, and the tumbling of the mud waves ......

I returned to the cottage and immediately set about building a dog shelter under my roof. I want to use herbs to repair the ribs of the flower eagle that I kicked short, wash away the resinous grass pulp stuck to him with soap, and simmer a pot of roast beef to nourish his weak body, from now on I will never let him leave me again, I thought. I built the doghouse so spacious that I could sleep in it. I felt that I should reverse my position with Flower Hawk, that I was only worthy of being a dog, while he was fully qualified to be a human being.

I waited in front of the newly built doghouse for my flower hawk to return.