Of course, from afar, there were also sounds of anger and discontent. But whatever anger is angry, no animal dares to sneak up near the valley. The festival of the gibbon tribe from past to present is always terrifying for the green forest. Snocross you don’t stop sledding when you get old poster. The three drums were tired. The sound of the drum gets smaller and smaller. Only then did Ketchac lean out onto the empty lot. It leaned, straightened up with its hind legs. He shook his head a few times, then tilted his face to look at the moon, clenched his fists and punched his chest.