Hehe, little money ~

Sneakingly turning his head around, Ron's big eyes, which had begun to develop towards a squinting eye, bent into a thin slit, and his long tail was swinging, and the hair claws that reached into the small square box were also carefully fiddling with the coins inside, making a rustling sound.

The small square box is full of coins, roughly five or six types, and the more common ones are twenty-five cents and fifty cents coins.

Ron lowered his head and picked out a few 25 cent coins with the avatar of founding President George Washington and the fifty cent coins with the avatar of the 35th President John Kennedy. He sat down and carried them out with his hair claws. He was about to take them away when he suddenly felt like he was being peeped at.

This feeling came from behind. Ron carefully turned his head and immediately met a pair of big brown eyes that had reached only thirty centimeters away.

“Meow~”

Oh my god, the statue is alive!

Without even taking away the coins, Ron jumped two meters high and ran to the corner of Clinton Castle. There were no trees in the castle square, and Ron had no choice but to escape.

“Hahahaha~”

A loud laughter came. Ron, who ran to the corner of the wall, turned his head and looked, but found that what scared him just now was not a real statue, but a girl who played the Statue of Liberty, but she dressed too realistically, just like a real miniature version of the Statue of Liberty.

In addition to this girl, there are many fake sculptures in the castle square. They are mixed in the real sculptures, and often blink suddenly when tourists take photos with them, which is scary.

When the scared tourists find out, they can't help laughing. If they are interested, they will take a photo with the statue actor and leave a little bit of small reward.

…………

In addition to being a national monument, Clinton Castle also goes to the ticket office of Liberty Island. Tourists from all over the world come here, without exception, for a boat ticket to pay homage to the Statue of Liberty.

Even at noon, there were many fewer people, wearing various costumes and speaking various languages, people still lined up in a long row around Clinton Castle.

After coming out of Clinton Castle, Ron strolled on the grass outside the castle - even in winter, the grass in Fort Park was still green, but the leaves on the trees were almost falling, and only a few pieces of Linxing were left hanging on the branches.

After walking around for a long time, Ron was looking for the grass that was almost clean and lying down, enjoying the warm winter sun.

"squeak!"

A crisp squeak sounded from the trunk beside him, and a gray squirrel crawled out of the tree and looked curiously in front of Ron. He was small and had a big head. He was obviously a little squirrel born last year and might have never encountered a cat.

Then, a few more pigeons flew over from the direction of Clinton Castle and landed less than a meter in the little squirrel.

The little squirrel's attention was immediately shifted. It slowly approached the doves and jumped with them, and soon it would be together without any warning, as if it was a good friend for many years.

"Zhazha~"

Then, a few brown sparrows jumped out from an invisible place in the sky. Their heads were obviously much smaller than squirrels and doves, but they were not afraid of being attacked, but jumped happily to join the squirrels and doves.

As a result, there was another color on the grass, and the joyous beating of smaller animals.

…………

Watching the little squirrel quietly, the doves and sparrows jumping in front of him, Ron slackly beat Hache - if he doesn't eat these little animals, he will naturally lose the desire to hunt.

If you want to find something to eat, just go to a restaurant, a dining car, or a child to be cute, why do you have to kill?

And these little animals are so cute, how can you be embarrassed to hunt them?

Ron, who was half filled with lobster rolls, was in sage time at this moment.

"Gugugugugu~"

Not far away, someone took out the rusks of bread and learned to make the pigeons scream. Ron watched the pigeons fly up and fly towards the food, and the little sparrow returned to the unknown air.

Only the little squirrel could not fly. It watched its playmates fly into the sky in confusion. After blinking a few times, it suddenly jumped to Ron, spread its limbs and lay on Ron's forehead, as if it had put a long-tail felt hat on Ron.

“…”

Little guy, your mother hasn't taught you that cats eat squirrels?

"Gugugugugu~"

Not far away, the pigeons were happily eating rusty bread, and the tourists who were feeding also cast more, which attracted the pigeons to get closer to the tourists little by little. In addition to hoping to get more food, they also seemed to want to understand why these big animals were feeding themselves.

And the tragedy also happened at this moment!

"Gu!"

A sharp scream came into the air. Ron, who was already a little drowsy, shook all over and woke up from his about to fall asleep. The little squirrel on his head was so scared that he ran to the tree quickly.

As he got up, Ron looked in the direction where the sound came. A gray-white pigeon lay quietly on the stone slab in the square not far away. A little blood flowed out of its mouth, and food was everywhere next to it.

It just lies next to a pair of gray-white tourist shoes, motionless.

It's dead.

The murderer was obviously standing next to him. Ron looked up at their faces - but whether it was black, white, or yellow, he showed no care on his face, and no one even picked up the dead pigeon and threw it into the garbage dump beside him.

“…”

Some people love animals, while others remain indifferent.

This world belongs to humans, or temporarily, after all, no other species can compete with humans.

After getting up speechlessly, Ron slowly walked to the dead pigeon and picked it up carefully - the cat ate pigeon, and everyone thought Ron wanted to pick up the dead pigeon into a place that could not be seen and eaten.

But Ron didn't.

When he walked to a place he didn't see, Ron quietly dug a hole, buried the dead pigeons, and piled up a pile of dead leaves on it.

“…”

Don’t be reincarnated as a pigeon in the next life, maybe it will be better to become a human being.

Ron looked silently for a while, turned his head and walked towards the ferry terminal heading to Liberty Island - his good mood in the morning was destroyed by this sudden disaster.

…………

There is still light blue sea water beside the trek, and the ferry is not yet ready to open.

Ron still climbed along the side of the ship until penetration, allowing the sea breeze to blow through the nearest hair.

There were seagulls screaming loudly in the air, sometimes flying high, sometimes burrowing into the sea, picking up a small silver fish.

Perhaps, it would be happier to be a beast that is not attracted by human life?

Ron thought in the silver-white waves rolled up by the ferry.
Chapter completed!