The cubs grew very quickly. After a month, Xu Qiaoqiao was able to walk normally and very steadily. During this month, she also got to know all the relatives of the mole family.
Before she could even count them all, there were already more than a dozen, including older brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, and so on. Xu Qiaoqiao couldn't recognize them all.
This is a fairytale world, and the forest they live in is called the Seven-Colored Forest.
This forest is a very beautiful forest, stretching endlessly with very fertile soil. It is difficult to see the end with the naked eye, and it has different colors in each season as the seasons change.
In spring, this place is filled with colorful little flowers, their fragrance filling the air, and tender green shoots sprout from the branches. In summer, this green becomes even more striking, even as many flowers begin to wither.
In autumn, green gradually transitions to yellow and red, while in winter, it is covered in a snow-white coat.
This is clearly a fairy tale world.
Each animal has a different call, but they can all understand each other.
For example, right now, when Xu Qiaoqiao was about to go out to find some fruit to eat, she had only walked a short distance when she heard a faint sound.
"Joe! Good morning!"
Xu Qiaoqiao looked around and saw nothing but greenery. Every now and then, a few carrier pigeons flew overhead, carrying letters and human hopes as they flew into the distance. Xu Qiaoqiao looked around and saw many animals, but she still couldn't see the source of the sound.
"Hey Joe, I'm here. Look down."
Xu Qiaoqiao looked down and saw that it was just a small ant.
She rested her chin on the ground and smiled at the little ant, saying, "...Good morning, friend."
These ants all look the same. She doesn't know how her parents can recognize them and call them by name, but she can't.
Therefore, the title of "friend" is versatile.
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