Flock demands snow leopard's release

My Tibetan guide, Qiangba, went to town yesterday afternoon to buy the supplies we needed, and I slept alone in the tent. It was dawn, I was too lazy to get up, warmed up in the nest to read a monograph about the sheep, hoping to find a solution to the current survival crisis faced by the red sheep.

"Baa one" a sheep's cry rang out in my ears, and the sound of chaotic sheep's hooves rang out again. Through the yak skin, I saw the shadows of several sheep shifting outside the tent. Often, red-cliff sheep visited the observation post to lick the salt water we splashed on the ground, so I didn't care.

Suddenly, there was a thud, as if the sheep were hitting the stakes holding the tent in place, and the tent trembled as the shotgun, chopsticks, and satchel hanging from it fell to the ground in a heap. You are too naughty, I shouted, trying to scare them away, but my shouting did not play a role in repelling, but attracted a more violent impact. Knock, knock, knock, the tent shakes and tilts, to fall. I hurriedly rolled over and got up, grabbed a cowhide whip, lifted the curtain, and rushed out of the tent, ready to teach those mischievous red cliff sheep.

I stepped out of the tent and was stunned at once. The head goat, Graybeard, with three old goats, was angrily trying to knock down my tent by banging their horns and stomping on it with their hooves. Their eyes were full of hatred, as if my tent was a mortal enemy, violently stomping and bumping. I realized that a cowhide whip will not help, should be replaced by a shotgun, just want to turn around, wow, yak skin tent was knocked down by them, and a short time simply does not want to find my shotgun.

At this time, the gray-bearded man raised his head to a long bleat, staring at the two bloodshot eyes, hooked head, the pair of horns, the whole body muscles tense iron tight, snorting, and brushed towards me. That stance is the same as two rams fighting for a mate. These old guys, having lost the battle in love, want to take it out on me. I don't have any female sheep here, and I'm not interested in them at all, but can they understand their reasoning with them? I do not have horns on my head, and gray-bearded words, I am afraid that will hit a concussion.

A good man does not eat the loss in front of him, 36 plans to go, I dodged to the side, the gray beard hit an empty, I pulled my legs and ran. But only after a few steps, did the other three old sheep catch up with me, east, west, north, and south, four sheep standing in four directions, surrounding me in the middle. Thud, I took a corner on my back and fell forward uncontrollably, and the gray beard standing in front of me put a guy on my chest, and I fell to the side crookedly and was pushed out heavily by the impolite husband sheep ......

I seem to have become a meatball, they are playing with the ball on top of miles. They are happy to play, but I have suffered a lot. During the first two rounds of the top, the ribs are hot and painful, and the heart of the seventh, bored and uncomfortable, wants to vomit. "Baa--" Graybeard called out in a smooth tone of voice, and the other three old goats stopped banging on me. I was unsteady on my feet and fell to the ground. I'll stay on the ground, and see how you can still use me as a meatball top. Greybeard saw me cheating, raised a high front hoof, raised to my face, making a stomp. The hoof of the red cliff sheep is as hard as iron and as big as a hammer, sixteen hoofs are like sixteen hammers, to hammer down on my face, my face will not be hammered flat is strange. In comparison, standing up as a meatball seems to suffer less. I had no choice but to struggle to stand up.

Strangely enough, they no longer use their horns to top me, gray-bearded came up to me, with a sad pleading look at me, "baa - baa -" a bark after a bark, screaming The other three old sheep also used the same kind of look. The other three old sheep also bleated at me with the same expression and the same tone of voice, as if they did not want to kill me, but were venting their frustrations and spilling their grievances to me, and then, hoping that I could do something for them. If they really wanted to take my life and hit me hard, I would have cried out. But I do not understand what they want me to do, I look at them blankly.

The head goat gray beard with horns forked my waist, a twist of the neck, my body rotated ninety degrees, face towards the tent behind the grass-covered path. Then, its horns against my back pushed me towards the path. At the end of the path was the leopard cage. The two snow leopards, who had been in captivity for ten months, were lying on stakes, looking anxiously down the path, waiting for me to feed them.

When we reached 30 meters away from the cage, the two snow leopards smelled the red cliff sheep and could not hold back their inner excitement and let out a startling roar; the old sheep were scared and their bodies were shivering, the other three stopped and dared not go further, only the grey-bearded one was still numb with courage and pushed me to the leopard cage. "Baa -" it called out to me in a peculiar tone of voice mixed with desperation and longing.

I winced and suddenly had an inspiration, the reason why Graybeard pushed me to the leopard cage, could it be that he wanted me to open the leopard cage. To verify their thoughts, I shivered and took out the key, made it like I was going to unlock it, and looked back to see Graybeard's reaction. The gray-bearded man jumped backward five or six feet, bleating in fear and anxiety. Perhaps, I misunderstood their intentions, they just want to see my natural enemy who has been in my custody for ten months, just like an ordinary prison visit. But when I put the key down, the gray beard turned around and ran back, hooking his head towards me and bleating viciously, in a move that forced me to complete the locking action.

I inserted the key into the lock hole, click a crisp sound, and the lock opened. The gray beard turned around and fled five or six feet away, and then stopped, the front legs taut hind legs flexed, the body still in a fleeing position, the neck twisted to the back, bleating towards me, the voice is deep and powerful, revealing a kind of unwavering rhythm.

It couldn't be clearer that it wants me to open the leopard cage!

My heart fluttered. When I first put these two snow leopards in the cage, these red sheep were so happy that it was like a holiday, and the gray beard licked my shoes to be grateful to me. Everyone knows what it means to open the leopard cage for the red-cliff sheep. The devil comes out of the cave, death comes, and the bloody slaughter begins again! Yet, they wanted to invite back the two snow leopards like a god.

I unlocked the cage, opened it a crack, and then, climbed up the tree.

The two snow leopards majestically stepped out of the cage and stretched out in the sunlight. Graybeard bleated in horror and fled with his three old sheep towards the Nahu River valley. The snow leopard roared and went after them. A life-and-death chase unfolded in the Nahu Valley.

Like a sudden power cut, the sound of horns clashing between the cliffs stopped. In the following days, I never saw the ram fall to his death from the cliff due to a fight. Perhaps the existence of natural enemies is not a bad thing for the red cliff sheep, which lack the pioneering spirit and are drunk on fighting in the nest.

Life goes in a circle, from the end to the beginning again.

More than three months later, I met the Red Cliff sheep again on the river bank, their wool was red, and they were quietly eating grass and meekly surrounding the head sheep, Gray Beard. I counted, no more, no less, exactly sixty-six. Perhaps two snow leopards and sixty-six red sheep are the best balance in the narrow Nahu River valley.