Song Tan sometimes felt that the bit of Spiritual Energy she provided to Big White might have been too much for his size, as he'd grown taller and stronger over the past few months.
Now standing there, giving two loud honks, flapping his small wings, even the big black dog from other households in the village would tuck its tail and step aside when they saw him.
With his large frame now in the chicken coop, the gang of small chickens, with disheveled feathers looking up at him, seemed especially frail and pitiful.
As he stood there with his wings splayed out, the fierce look in his beady eyes startled Qiaoqiao for a moment.
Then she asked, "Big White, what are you doing?"
Hearing her approach, Big White honked, and then, flapping his wings, he dove headfirst into Qiaoqiao's arms wearing his little yellow hat.
A rough goose honk came from his throat, a strong man shedding tears, as if he'd suffered some tremendous injustice.