Wild boar diving board

I went to the forest to find a lost lamb, came to the meadow called Toad Bay and heard a small bamboo forest in front of the "bleating" sheep sound. I was so anxious that I went through the grass and followed the sound quickly, not paying attention to the movement around me. Suddenly, I stepped in the air, lost my balance, and my body fell straight down, "boom", I blacked out and lost consciousness.

Something seems to be licking my eyelids, wet and smelly. I came to my senses and opened my eyes and was scared out of my mind. A wild boar was standing in front of me, staring at me with two bloodshot eyes. I have never seen such a big boar, not counting the tail, its body is one and a half meters long, with black bristles, shiny white hair, pink lips, two sharp tusks, and a vertical scar, it is clear that this is a male boar through the ordeal. I then looked around and found myself lying in a large pit. I realized that I had accidentally fallen into an elephant trap!

The elephant trap, as the name implies, is a trap dug by local hunters to catch live elephants, about five meters long and wide, more than three meters deep, with four steep walls, except for geckos, it is impossible to climb up.

Wild boar is a difficult beast to deal with, especially the male boar with long bristles towering on its back, temperamental and powerful, local hunters on the rumor that "tigers are fierce, leopards are evil, wild boar is better than the King of Hell".

This boar is trapped in a fight, for it, bite me to death is never more difficult than digging a bamboo shoot with tusks to eat. It was trapped in a human trap in a desperate situation, and now a man fell from the sky, it will give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to vent their hatred? Besides, the boar is an omnivore, both vegetarian and non-vegetarian, its stomach is empty and deflated, and probably will not have the taboo of not eating human flesh.

If I were a boar, I would have no mercy to retaliate against the person who sent the tusk down.

The male boar saw me wake up, hum, and snorted, with a critical eye bar I looked from head to toe once. My life rested, I think, it is picking from which part of my body down the mouth easier. I fell sore, weak, dizzy, and limp on the ground, not to mention resisting, not even the strength to dodge. Its fangs slowly approached one of my feet. I usually like to eat the casserole simmered and crispy pig's foot, reincarnation retribution, it seems that today is to pay back to the pig a foot.

But it only gently touched my shoe with its tusks, wagged its short pigtail, and grunted at me with a discontented look. I do not understand what it means, I think I am thin, not to its liking. Or do you think I do not think of resistance, can not let it meet the desire to show the heroic and brave, spoiling its fun?

I stared at it in a daze. It seems to be more angry, growling, a mouthful of my sleeve, dragging me away. Dragged to the torture chamber? Or dragged for fun? He was so strong that I couldn't resist him and stumbled as he dragged me under the west wall of the trap. He looked at the blue sky and the birds flying freely in the sky for a long time with a longing expression on his face. I understood a little, it wanted to escape from the trap!

Indeed, it should try to get out of the trap. There was no one in sight in the wilderness, and the owner of the trap would only come to check once every ten days or half a month, so there was no hope of waiting for someone to come to rescue him. I'm lucky if it doesn't eat me! But we have no ladder and no digging tools, how can we get out? I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, making a helpless face.

The male boar circled, took a few steps back, then suddenly quickly rushed to the wall of the pit and leaped. Of course, he couldn't jump out of the trap, it was still halfway to the ground. I think he was showing me a demonstration move and wanted me to jump out. Hey, if I were a world-class high jump champion, I would have jumped out of the sea of suffering, why do I need you to teach me? I also took a few steps back and leaped, with my fingertips more than half a meter from the ground, and I was telling it in the same way that it couldn't jump out, and I couldn't jump out with it. It flapped its big ears in anger and snorted at me as if blaming me for being stubborn and not properly understanding its intentions.

He walked up to the pit wall, put his two hind feet on the ground, put his two front feet on the pit wall, arched his body, turned his head toward me and "wailed" anxiously, then backed up behind me and pushed his mouth against my butt - not afraid that my farts would smother him! --pushed me under the wall of the pit.

It dawned on me that he wanted me to lie on the wall of the pit as he did as his stepping stone, no, no, as his springboard, so that he could step on my back and use the height of my body to jump out of the trap! This is a highly intelligent wild boar, the solution is too good. But I am not a fool. This boar weighs at least two to three hundred pounds, so if it presses on me, it will not crush me. Besides, it used me as a springboard to escape from the trap, but what about me? I was still trapped in the trap and waiting to die! As soon as the pig's mouth moved away from my butt, I jumped to the side, I am a human being, not a stepping stone for the pig.

The boar came at me and snarled, showing its teeth, meaning clearly that if I wouldn't give in, it was going to get rough. I only had a dagger with me, which was fine against a bobcat, but to fight a huge boar would be an egg on a rock. My scalp tingled, cold air from the tailbone down the spine straight up. Forced to do nothing, I had to submit to the male boar's lust and lie on the wall of the pit. Although on the surface I obeyed, in my heart, I had other plans. I am a human being and he is a pig, I am not as strong as he is, but I don't believe I can't beat him in a fight of the heart.

It retreated to the opposite side of the pit wall, running towards me, this is the high jump before the run. I fell to the ground and rolled to the side the moment its front hoof stepped on my butt. He stepped on the ground, couldn't brake, and hit his head on the pit wall, at least with a mild concussion.

It was furious, pouting fangs to me to ask for punishment, I did not wait for it to come up, then good hands to reappear in front of the pit wall, and the body into the available springboard. He snorted hatefully at me, but after all, escaping the trap was more important than exacting revenge on me, so he "blared" his tail, as if to warn me not to be naughty anymore, and then backed up to the opposite wall, and ran to jump on me.

I repeated the same trick and rolled away when its pig's hoof just touched my back. This time, his snout was bleeding on the wall of the pit, and he "wailed" rudely, his eyes bloodshot with anger, probably wanting to tear me to pieces. I cried and pretended to fall to the ground and couldn't get up, and kept rubbing my back with my hands, meaning that I was too weak to withstand its trampling, not for lack of effort, not for negligence, and not for intentional destruction, but I just couldn't win, so please bear with me. I exaggeratedly stumbled back to the wall of the pit, lying on it, and slipped to the ground with a weak leg, moaning at it with a sad face.

I am not an actor, and my acting skills are very poor, if used to deceive people, even children will not believe it, but the boar has not yet evolved to understand the degree of acting. He blinked his little eyes and looked at me thoughtfully for a long time, and his ugly pig face gradually disappeared with a sighing soft growl, and he ran away from me and ran a few laps along the wall of the pit as if he was in a fierce internal struggle and needed to make some big decision.

After a while, it looked very reluctantly and reluctantly, walked to the location where I had just laid down, two pig hooves on the wall of the pit, the huge body like a diving board spread on the ground, "ow -" with cynicism and helplessness towards me roar. Hey, a little trickery, we switched roles, it became a springboard, I became a lucky man who can jump out of the trap. A pig is a pig, which is as smart as a human.

I took a few steps back, ran over, and stepped on the pig's buttocks to jump up, but before I could stand firmly on the pig's buttocks, the pig fever, this guy leaped up diagonally, jumped away from the cold, I hit the wall of the pit a mouth gnawing mud, almost knocked off the incisors. I was happy for nothing, grandmother, it did not intend to be my springboard to let me escape from the desperate situation, it is in the same way revenge on me ah! I didn't expect that this plague pig would be so quick to learn from others, to do to others what others do to him.

I sat down on the ground, crying, my heart full of resentment at being caught, and completely desperate to get out of the trap alive.

The boar circled and came back to me, hypocritically arching my waist with a mouth kiss, as if to lift me. Hypocrite, don't do that! I pushed away the fishy-smelling pig's mouth with my hand, meaning to break off cooperation with it. It sadly hangs down the huge pig head, squatting in front of me, suffering from the flu like a continuous grunt snorting, indicating poor health mood depressed or aggrieved.

What is your grievance, you retaliate in the same way I did, you should be happy!

After snorting for a while, he gazed longingly at the blue, free sky, then sloped down to the wall of the pit, only to lie on it for less than a second, then abruptly slid down again, looking at me with an inquisitive eye, circling me and howling reproachfully. I understand a bit, it is asking me, once I step on its back and use it as a springboard to escape the trap, it? What about it? In other words, he could lie on the wall of the pit and use it as a springboard for his nest, but I would have to rescue him from his predicament as well once I was free.

What a strange boar, but, to be fair, it was not too much to ask. I raised my right hand, clenched my fist, and said with an oath, "Don't worry, if you can let me jump out of this trap, I will never leave you behind, I will try to help you escape too!"

Of course, the boar could not understand my words, but I thought that my solemn demeanor, firm tone of voice, and honest eyes would certainly convey a feeling of trust to it.

Sure enough, he flicked his tail and went down to the pit wall. I smoothly put one foot on the pig's butt, another on the pig's waist, and another on the pig's head, and leaped up, just reaching the edge of the pit with both hands. I crawled out of the elephant trap and back to the ground.

I came back from the dead, but what I still feel guilty about is that I didn't live up to my vow to save the boar from the trap that was the springboard for my life. The reason is that I simply could not figure out how to get a boar weighing two to three hundred pounds out of a trap that was more than three meters deep.