"Woof woof woof! Ooo—woof!"
The sound of barking echoed.
It was late autumn, harvest season, the farmland a sea of golden yellow. Zhou Laosan whistled, and the little yellow dog he had picked up at the time was now fully grown, very robust, mouth holding a plump field mouse, running back and placing the mouse at Zhou Laosan's feet.
Then it lay down, tail wagging vigorously, the shadow trailing behind, woofing as if offering a treasure. Zhou Laosan laughed, rubbing the dog's head, saying: "You, you, a dog catching a mouse."
Big Yellow didn't know what Zhou Laosan was saying, just suddenly sprang up, paws resting on Zhou Laosan's arm, barking away, licking madly with its tongue. Zhou Laosan laughed heartily yet cursed: "Damn!"
"This awful stench—have you secretly eaten feces again?!"
