Meow Ba

Chapter 178
Hey, little money~
Stealthily turning his head and looking around, Ron's big eyes, which had begun to squint, were bent into a thin slit, and his long tail flicked. rustling sound.

The small square box is full of coins, roughly five or six kinds, and the relatively large number are quarters and fifty cents.

Ron lowered his head and picked inside. He picked out a few quarters with the portrait of George Washington, the founding president, and a fifty-cent coin with the portrait of No. 25 fifth president, John Kennedy. Came out and was about to take it away when suddenly there was a feeling of being spied on.

This feeling came from behind, Ron turned his head carefully, and immediately met a pair of big brown eyes that were only [-] centimeters away.

"Meow~"

Omg, the statue is alive!
Regardless of taking away the coins, Ron jumped two meters high and ran to the corner of Clinton Castle - there were no trees in the castle square, so Ron had no choice but to run.

"Hahaha~"

There was a loud laugh, and Ron, who ran to the corner, turned his head to look again, only to find that it was not the real statue that frightened him just now, but a girl who played the Statue of Liberty, but she was dressed too much. It is too realistic, like a real miniature version of the Statue of Liberty.

In addition to this girl, there are many fake sculptures in the castle square. They are mixed among the real sculptures, and they often blink suddenly when tourists take photos with them, which is scary.

After the frightened tourists find out, they can't help laughing, and then they will take photos with the statue performers if they are interested, and leave a little reward.

…………

In addition to being a national monument, Clinton Castle is also a ticket office to Liberty Island. Tourists from all over the world come here, without exception, for a boat ticket to pay tribute to the Statue of Liberty.

Even though it was noon now, there were far fewer people, and people wearing various costumes and speaking various languages ​​still formed a long queue around Clinton Castle.

Coming out of Clinton Castle, Ron strolled on the grass outside the castle—even in winter, the grass in Battery Park is still green, but the leaves on the trees are about to fall, leaving only a few leaves hanging on the branches. head.

After shopping for a long time, Ron found a clean grass to lie down and enjoy the warm winter sun.

"squeak!"

There was a crisp creaking sound from the tree trunk beside him, and a gray squirrel climbed out of the tree and looked in front of Ron curiously - he was small in stature, his head seemed a bit big, and he was obviously born last year Little squirrel, probably hasn't met a cat yet.

Then, a few more pigeons flew over from the direction of Clinton Castle, and landed within a meter of the little squirrel.

The little squirrel's attention was immediately diverted. It slowly approached the pigeons, jumped and jumped with them, and soon they would be together without vigilance, as if they had been good friends for many years.

"chacha~"

Then, a few brown sparrows jumped out from an invisible place in the sky. They were obviously much smaller than the squirrels and pigeons, but they were not afraid of being attacked, but jumped happily to join the squirrels and pigeons .

As a result, there is another color on the grass, and a happy jump of a smaller animal.

…………

Quietly watching the little squirrels, pigeons and sparrows jumping in front of him, Ron lazily gave a hatch - he didn't eat these small animals, so naturally he didn't have the desire to hunt.

If you want to find something to eat, you only need to go to a restaurant, a dining car, or show off in front of children, so why kill animals?

And these small animals are so cute, how dare you hunt them down?
Ron, who was half-filled with lobster rolls, is now in the sage time.

"Cuckoo cuckoo~"

Not far away, someone took out rusks and imitated the sound of pigeons. Ron watched the pigeons fly up towards the food, and the little sparrow returned to the unknown sky.

Only the little squirrel couldn't fly. It watched its playmates fly into the sky in bewilderment. After blinking a few times, it suddenly jumped to Ron's side, spread its limbs, and lay on Ron's forehead, just like giving Ron En wore a felt hat with a long tail.

"..."

Little guy, didn't your mother teach you that cats eat squirrels?
"Cuckoo cuckoo~"

Not far away, the pigeons were happily eating rusks, and the tourists who were feeding them also dropped more. This attracted the pigeons to get closer to the tourists. Apart from hoping to get more food, they also seemed to want to understand why these big animals need to be fed. Own.

And the tragedy happened at this moment!

"Goo!"

A sharp cry came into the air, and Ron, who was already a little drowsy, trembled and woke up from falling asleep. The little squirrel on his head was frightened and ran to the tree.

Getting up, Ron looked in the direction of the sound. There was a gray and white pigeon lying quietly on the stone slab of the square not far away. A little blood flowed out of its mouth. food.

It just lay down next to a pair of off-white sneakers, motionless.

It's dead.

The murderer was obviously standing by. Ron raised his head and looked at their faces—but whether it was black, white, or yellow, they all showed indifference, and no one even picked up the dead pigeons and threw them away. Into the side garbage dump.

"..."

Some people love animals, and some are indifferent.

This world belongs to humans, or temporarily belongs to humans. After all, there is no other species that can compete with humans for the time being.

Speechlessly getting up, Ron walked slowly to the dead pigeon and picked it up carefully - cats eat pigeons, and everyone thought that Ron wanted to grab the dead pigeon so that it could not be seen place to eat.

But Ron didn't.

After walking to a place he didn't see, Ron quietly dug a hole, buried the dead pigeons, and piled a pile of dead leaves on top.

"..."

Don't be reborn as a pigeon in your next life, maybe it would be better to become a human.

Ron watched silently for a while, then turned his head and walked towards the ferry terminal to Liberty Island-his good mood all morning was ruined by this sudden disaster.

…………

There is still light blue sea water beside the trestle bridge, and the ferry has not yet arrived.

Ron scrambled along the side of the boat to penetrate still, letting the sea breeze play through the nearest hair.

There are seagulls screaming in the air, sometimes flying high, sometimes diving into the sea, and picking up a small silver fish.

Perhaps it would be happier to be a beast not drawn to human life?

Ron thought in the silvery white spray of the ferry.

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