The child had just finished what felt like an adventure.
That was right.
In Qianqian's eyes, the child's experience was just like one of the bedtime stories she read to her.
Because she was a child.
Did that mean even her experiences were like fairy tales?
Of course.
The prerequisite for it to be like a fairy tale was that the child hadn't been hurt.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be a fairy tale.
It would be a stark, cold reality.
"Did the rhinoceros leave after tossing you off?"
That was something else Qianqian found surprising.
After tossing the child off, the rhinoceros hadn't attacked her any further...
It seemed the child had been lucky enough to encounter a rhinoceros that either had a remarkably good temper...
or, because it rarely saw humans, was wary of them—even if the person in front of it was just a child.
Maybe after tossing the child down, the rhinoceros had simply left...
"No."
But the child's answer took Qianqian by surprise.
"No?"
"The rhinoceros didn't leave?"
Qianqian's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Then what was it doing?"
It hadn't left, but it hadn't hurt the child either...
What had the big rhinoceros been doing?
The little girl blinked.
She held her head and thought for a while.
"...I don't know."
The little girl cautiously glanced at her mother's expression.
"I was focused on picking up my bunny hair clip."
"I don't know what the big rhinoceros was doing..."
Qianqian: ...
This child...
She really was a case of a newborn calf not fearing a tiger.
Even if being tossed off by a rhinoceros hadn't hurt, shouldn't she at least have felt a little wary of it?
But the child hadn't felt a thing.
She'd been completely absorbed in picking up her bunny