The Edge of Precipice

The Vajra had clearly gotten anxious. It exerted all his strength to crush that wild boar under his own hefty weight.

The Vajra was fuming with rage, firmly pressing down the pig’s jostling limbs.

"Hey! What are you doing? Are you bullying a pig?" said someone with a rather clowning voice. The way in which the words were spelt out was rather unkind; it did not sound quite right to the listeners.

The Vajra was quite annoyed. He looked over his shoulder, but the sight of a bird with a lush green body sneering at him on a branch irritated him even more.

Judging by the look of the bird, it should have been a parrot. Clearly, the parrot had eaten strange fruits that caused mutation to happen to it before. The bird looked askance at the Vajra and said, "What? What indecent things are you going to do to that pig?"