Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Chapter 291: Dung Beetles: Who has the best dung driving skills? (1)

This is a very flavorful life.

You can make people feel disgusted even through the screen.

Yes, I, Wang Defa, in my 42nd life, am a dung beetle.

A dung beetle that has just emerged from an egg as a larva. It has three pairs of legs and an oval, dark brown, hard body.

My brothers and I draw our initial life force from a giant dung ball produced by an herbivore.

Hmm, it's a mixture of grass and soil.

I was resisting in my heart, but my body was honest and followed my instincts. I kept making noises and became fatter and bigger than my other brothers.

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They eat from the rice fields and grow their own bones of steel and iron, ahem, it's not a loss!

This is a vast grassland, the African savannah, sparsely populated.

To me, everything is extra big.

If overripe fruits suddenly fall from the tree, they will cause a small-scale earthquake.

I guess these fruits must not taste good, otherwise, those greedy animals would not let go of the delicious food.

Zebras are our neighbors. With their black and white stripes, they stand out on the grassland.

From time to time, it attracts cheetahs that run like the wind and come to hunt.

Oh, and there are those annoying hyenas, who come in groups, shouting and snatching things without any moral principles.

As a weak and tiny larva, I do not have the ability to drive myself, so I have to survive until the rainy season next year when food is most abundant to complete the final metamorphosis.

I carefully felt the rich and tempting aroma of poop brought by the wind blowing through the grass leaves, and resolutely followed my brothers into the soil.

Our mother hid a lot of feces balls down there. If I were an only child, I would have enough to live on for the rest of my life by lying down. Unfortunately, I’m not.

I still have dozens of brothers. The best I can do is to ensure that I don’t starve to death before I turn into an adult.

Don't think that it doesn't rain in Africa. When the rainy season comes, the sky is like a big hole, with water pouring down. The zebras have to stand in a big circle to barely ensure that the dozen or so cubs in the middle are not blown away by the strong wind and rain.

It is the nature of animals to care for the young.

Of course, this doesn't work for two animals connected on the food chain.

For example, a cheetah that is extremely hungry will specifically target immature zebras, no, it will bite them!

ahh-

The leopard's sharp teeth pierced into the flesh as its mouth opened and closed. The little zebra was frightened and in pain. Its whole body twitched and it stared with its big eyes in despair.

Apart from its four strong hooves, the zebra had no other effective means of attack. The leopard bit the little zebra's neck tightly and refused to let go even after being kicked by the mother zebra and suffering a concussion.

One is running wildly with the prey in his mouth, while the other is chasing and kicking anxiously, but nine times out of ten he will miss the prey.

The zebra's fighting power can be described as weak.

A cheetah can run at 120 kilometers per hour. Although it can't last for long, it is more than enough to shake off a female zebra.

The female zebra stamped her feet angrily, causing the ground to shake, knocking over several dung beetles that were not very skilled in the dung-driving technique.

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Damn it, I was almost crushed by the dung ball!

After the heavy rain, the land was moist, the grass was lush, and thousands of dung beetles emerged from the ground to look for dung.

Wet, sticky feces from herbivores were everywhere you looked.

Our king, the dung beetle Defa, tried hard to resist psychological vomiting while following the law of survival of the fittest and using his hands and feet to eat...

If the dung ball is not round enough, you won’t be able to drive properly.

Therefore, dung beetles have to use the mouthparts under their heads to shape the feces, eventually forming a rough sphere. When they push it up, it rolls rounder and faster.

A group of elephants came to the grassland, leaving behind hundreds of tons of huge dung mountains wherever they passed by in a day.

These are a group of poop-making machines that eat a lot and poop a lot.

The elephant was very thirsty. It rarely saw food that was high in water, so it swallowed it all in one gulp. Its gastrointestinal system, which had been thirsty for a long time, could not bear it.

Whatever you eat will come out the same as it goes in. It's a pure waste. It just retains a little water and makes you full.

Dung beetles are very sensitive to smells. When they smell fresh poop, they will flap their wings and fly over. Their takeoffs and landings are equally sudden and rough. They then slam into the food and devour it with great gusto.

The elephant used its long trunk to roll up branches and leaves and ate them recklessly, completely ignoring the densely packed tiny insects on the ground.

In the distance, hyenas were looking around furtively. They were so hungry that they didn't dare to provoke the elephants.

With just one foot, an elephant can crush its strongest dog brothers into shit.

Everyone is busy trying to survive.

The dung beetle king Defa had finally rubbed a pile of dung into a ball and was just getting upside down in the standard posture for handling dung when his brothers came to intercept and pick the peaches.

If you disagree with something, you will be beaten.

The two small insects, only three or four centimeters long, fought fiercely.

A baby elephant that had never seen the world looked around curiously with its head lowered, its big eyes blinking. It was not yet used to eating with its long trunk, and would step on it from time to time, falling on its back.

The fight between insects was very interesting to the little cat, and it even turned a deaf ear to the affectionate calls of its mother and aunt.

Before he could finish beating the bug, he was tripped by his evil aunt.

[Plop——]

The dung ball that was being fiercely fought over was flattened by the baby elephant.

An unlucky dung beetle that attempted robbery was torn to pieces, and its hard colorful shell turned into a flat picture.

The other one, based on the protagonist law, was stuck in the baby elephant's butt, cracks, and crevices, and luckily it was still alive.

The baby elephant moved its tail uncomfortably. The dung beetle struggled to break free and flew away by flapping its wings with difficulty.

Money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat. This is true for both humans and bugs.

The little elephant followed his aunt obediently, otherwise he would be beaten.

Tens of thousands of dung beetles enjoyed the feast, but they couldn't finish it. They burped and rolled themselves into balls.

So, why rob?!

Isn't it the same formula if you just pluck it yourself? !

The predatory nature only hastens death.

The dung beetles all rolled dung balls and pushed the dung in all directions upside down.

Everyone's nests are located underground not far away. When they become adults, they should prepare to get married and have children, dig their own houses, grow their own food, and stop relying on their parents for support.

After carrying, digging and digging holes day and night, the land within a radius of ten miles became fertile and full of vitality because of the fertilizer.

The juicy grass leaves attracted more herbivores. Bison, giraffes, wildebeests, buffaloes, and zebras came in groups, eating the grass and producing huge amounts of feces.

Cheetahs, hyenas and wolves are hiding in the hidden grass, ready to catch anything and wait for the right opportunity to strike. They always get a good catch and fill their bellies.

The prairie is full of vitality.

Anyway, as long as you are diligent, no one will go hungry.

A hyena was too carried away when snatching food and was kicked dozens of meters away by a giraffe. It held its tail between its legs and howled in grievance, while its companions were still struggling to chase the leopard that had dragged the fawn away and was preparing to eat it all.

Two dung beetles rolling together under his feet were performing some kind of harmonious life exercise. The hyena snorted and slapped them with its claws, forcibly separating the two insects.

The queen insect shoulders the responsibility of reproduction. When she sees that things are not going well, she quickly digs a hole and escapes into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

The king of dung beetles, Defa, whose interest was disturbed, felt hollowed out. He was furious and wanted to do evil. He waved his hind legs and tried to kick the hyena in the face.

The hyena smiled evilly, pierced the hard shell with its sharp claws, and threw the insect directly into its mouth.

Each bite is crunchy and tastes like shit.

The dung beetle, a veteran driver who has been stinking all his life and has never been deducted points by the traffic police, is dead!