Since the mysterious failure of the crops in the fields, many trees at the foot of the mountain had died, leaving only the black gnarled branches that dissected the sky.
Looking up at the greyish sky, Yuanbao tightened her grip on the slingshot in hand.
She was a little afraid, but her father had always said that she was the bravest girl.
Gathering her courage, the little girl looked around and finally spotted a sparrow through a gap in the branches.
After hesitating for a while, she decided not to leave, but instead, took her slingshot and aimed carefully.
"Whoosh--"
The stone whistled through the wind, hitting the sparrow and dropping it to the ground.
Watching the little sparrow twitching on the ground, Yuanbao pursed her lips and put it into her cloth pocket.
Half an hour later, Yuanbao's pocket was filled with three sparrows. Looking at the bare branches, she decided to pack up her belongings and move to another place.
"Give me back my sword! Give it!"