"Roar?"
Though puzzled, the honest and simple Fallen Meteor Horned Beast never refuses an invitation from the seniors and nods woodenly in agreement.
Subsequently, led by the Electric Flying Cat, all the farm members crowdedly left the farm, heading for the road outside.
The pitch-black night sky was deep, thick clouds pressed beneath the sky, faintly presenting a golden-red silhouette.
Spark silently hovered high in the sky, quietly gazing at the little ones beneath the night sky.
"Clack?"
Iron Head cast a curious glance at everyone leaving the farm at midnight, but it dutifully stayed at its post, not stepping away even half an inch.
"Dian Dian~"
As the temporary planner of the midnight race, Electric Flying Cat pointed a paw forward, explaining the race rules to the Fallen Meteor Horned Beast.
The first to reach that small grove ahead will win!
"Roar..."
