Zhang Dashuan had been calling out for a while when Liu Heizi suddenly spoke up. "There's a sound! Listen, Mr. Zhang—"
Zhang Dashuan perked his ears, tuning out the wind. A distinct RUSTLE RUSTLE echoed from the mountain forest, growing louder by the second. It was the sound of a living creature traversing the woods, snapping twigs, rustling vines, and trampling over the vegetation.
Overjoyed, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Black Bull, come home!"
A chorus of MOO MOO instantly erupted from the woods, accompanied by a chaotic bout of struggling, though it was impossible to tell exactly what was happening in the dark.
A sudden ARGH pierced the air, followed by dead silence. Then, two robust water buffalo burst from the gloomy woods, greeting Zhang Dashuan with a happy MOO MOO as they trotted toward him.
