I returned from hunting, walking on the shady trails. The hunting dog ran ahead of me.

Suddenly, my hunting dog slowed and walked forward quietly, as it it smelled some animals.

wind moved the nearby trunk of a tree back and forth. I glanced at the trail, and saw a little sparrow standing emptily on the ground, flapping its wings uselessly. It had a bright yellow beak, with small furs on its head, it was obvious that it was born not too long ago, and fell from the nest.

The hunting dog walked towards the little sparrow, sniffed it, opened its wide mouth, showing sharp teeth. Suddenly, an old sparrow flew down from a tree, and landed like a rock in front of the hunting dog. It raised all its feathers, shrieking repeatedly.

The old sparroe used its body to protect the little sparrow, wanting to save her child. But because she was nervous, her whole body shook, making a hoarse noise. It stayed there, preparing for a fight. In its eyes, the hunting dog must be a huge monster! but it couldn't just stand there in the safe branches, a strong force brought it down.

The hunting dog stood there stunned, it didn't expect for the old sparrow to be so brave, slowly, slowly backed away.

I hastily called back my hunting hound, and walked away with it.