On the other hand, back in the cave, Shi Feng sat cross-legged on the ground. His tall body bent forward as he grabbed a huge stone. With sharp claws, he began carving a giant bowl for soup.
His claws moved fast. Scrape. Scratch. Chip. Stone dust flew everywhere. In just a short while, the rough rock slowly turned into a deep, round bowl big enough to boil half a deer.
Not far away, the poor Stove stood trembling.
Xiao Yi and Xiao Er, the striped tiger cub twins, pounced left and right. Xiao San, the tiny snake cub, slithered between their paws like a slippery noodle. Together, they bullied Stove.
The tiger cubs chewed on Stove's leaves. The snake cub tried to wrap around his stem. Stove felt like he was being eaten alive by tiny monsters with milk teeth.
He looked down at his leaves. They were already ugly before. Now they were full of bite marks. He truly wanted to dig a hole and bury himself forever and become fertilizer.
