i swear how do the wee ones grow with the older ones taking their food

I picked up a little monkey, and I wanted to bring it home. Just arrived at our home, it is only a finger size, in my grandmother and I take good care of it, every day to water it, in a sunny place, let it bathe in the sun. I ground it into a round ball, stuck in the mouth, eyes and ears, kneaded into a body, kneaded the limbs, kneaded the tail, became a lovely little animal.

Later, I raised him, he became gentle and lovely, became a member of my family, never left me. Once, when I was walking on the greenway with my child, suddenly a dog ran up to me. I don't know why, it kept barking, which startled me, so I hurriedly took the child and ran away. A dog barked and I slapped him unconscious.

I saw him running hard, flapping his ears and panting, but still a step behind.

I gave it a gentle kick with my toe, and it rolled over my toe like a pile of mud.

I rolled a few metres in the grass and then kicked him, sending him flying through the air and by the time I got up, my shoulder was almost bitten through.

I put him back in the cage, but he couldn't stand up. He looked like he was in pain. He was shaking all over. At last it came out of its neck, climbed up on its neck, and at last lay on its head like a big toad. I pulled the hair off its neck, strained the skin on its neck, and pulled with a knife, and its neck split open.

I took the opportunity to put my hand over his head and try to break his neck, but he also reached towards mine and tried to break my neck.

I ran as hard as I could, but I was so exhausted that as long as it jumped gently, it would make strange noises and fly around my head, staring at me with its bell like eyes.

He suddenly pushed me away, raised his fist and hit me on the head so hard that if I had been hit on the head, his head would have been crushed. I lowered my head and lunged forward, hitting it in the waist before its fist fell, causing it to lose its balance and fall backwards.