Little Red Horse was a horse.
A happy horse.
That day, its rider took an arrow to the knee.
Then, delighted, it abandoned its owner and frolicked out of the battlefield on its own.
It ran and ran.
Its mother had told it that on a battlefield, as long as it kept running, it could survive.
All the horses that could not run had died.
So it just kept running and running.
Ignoring its owner's cries behind it.
In the end, it ran into the ocean.
"Hey, little horse, how did you get here?" A Little Girl floated on the sea and asked directly.
"Ah, am I not allowed to come here?"
"I found that only this place has peace." Little Red Horse swam freely through the sea.
It had never felt so at ease.
It no longer had to worry about being beaten...
What was that thing with its mouth wide open, swimming so fast? And it was flying a flag? "That's called a shark!" The Little Girl laughed so hard she doubled over.
"I'm about to be eaten, and you're still laughing." Little Red Horse said aggrievedly.
"Then swim faster."
Little Red Horse thrashed about wildly and finally made it ashore just as the shark was about to catch it and make a meal of it.
Because sharks' teeth grew throughout their lives—how enviable—they dared to bite anything they saw.
Since sharks that did this were not eliminated, they retained this habit.
Orcas were exactly the opposite.
Why did orcas not eat people? A lot of people claimed that human ancestors had once cooperated with orcas, and that orcas were intelligent.
They knew humans were formidable.
Actually, there was another reason: compared to an orca, a human was like a little fish covered in spines.
Human bones were