A noise-eating monster

so many of the voices in the world, big or small, long or short, are gone.

where are they? they're in their ears? they're in the walls, in the curtains, in the wood, in the stones.

they're telling you, yes, there are voices that have been captured and eaten by a monster.

this monster's ears are so long, they can tell whether it's sweet or salty or spicy, chewing in their mouths is very soft or soaky.

no, spring is coming, and there's a lot of noise coming up.

the genius just lighted up, and a sound-eating monster grabbed him and was in a sleeping little monster, crying into a mountain forest.

it throws the little monster on the floor like a sack, and then starts to capture the delicious sound.

you must be worried that the little monster is broken.

the little monster is still sleeping like a stone egg.

it didn't wake up until the big monster fed a bunch of “doodles” with dew in it.

"i'm gonna eat!" said the little monster.

"want to catch yourself!" the big monster said in cold language.

so the little monster began to learn to catch the sound.

it has long fingers, chasing all kinds of sounds like little lunatics.

some of the voices were too fast to be chased, and the sound hit the big rock, and the head was blown out of a big bag, and the stone bounced back, and fell right into the little monster's mouth.

some sound heads are hidden, their tails are left out, and they're pulled out by little monsters.

some voices are even more funny, using the little monster's mouth as a refuge.

by the way, don't think the voices are pathetic.

you think, if all the voices in the world were mixed, what would happen if they kept ringing? so we have to thank the noise-eating monsters.

it's like a food-seeking bat, and it's not just a good body, it's a good food problem, it's a good thing.

the little monster quietly followed a human child.

if the monster knew about this, it would never have been allowed, because everyone knew a long time ago that an old monster had been captured by a monk.

but as soon as the little monster saw the child, he couldn't pull his leg like a cute little puppy cat on the side of the road.

it calls the kid, the kid can't hear; it swings at the kid, the kid can't see.

the little monster was so disappointed that a woman, a child, shouted at a woman, "mom," and a woman smiled and took her hand.

that woman is so funny.

monsters never laugh, they just scream.

the little monster wonders, "mother, what happens when you say "mother"? the little monster wonders, "bow!"One blow in the head.

"What's wrong with you?" The ogre's eyes are staring.

"Mom." The little monster tried to shout.

"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Immediately, the monster screamed, shouted louder, and then, boom, fainted。