他一个呼哨,在积雪的旷野打着旋子,远远传开。随着哨声,远处一个红点跳动着,跌跌撞撞滚来,越滚越近,是只小小的狐狸。小狐狸毛茸茸的,如一个小小的红线团,额头有指甲那么大一块白毛,像珍珠一样。这是只才出生不久的狐狸,胖乎乎的,蹲在他面前,一双亮亮的眼睛望着他,眼睛里跳跃着快乐和顽皮。它知道,他拿了可口的食物。因为,从第一次遇见他直到现在,他都这样,从未断过。果然,他笑笑,手一扬,竟然是它最爱吃的鸡肉。 He whistled, twirling in the snow-covered wilderness, far away. With the whistle, a red dot in the distance beating, stumble, roll closer, is only a little fox. Little fox hairy, such as a small red thread, forehead nails so big a white hair, the same as pearls. This is just a fox born, chubby, squatting in front of him, a pair of bright eyes looking at him, his eyes jumping happy and naughty. It knows that he took delicious food. Because, from the first met him until now, he did so, never been. Sure enough, he smiled, hand a Yang, turned out to be its favorite chicken.