Except For The Residents
Flower Fruit Mountain was a lovely place of summery climate, beautiful seasides and delicious ever-ripe fruit.
It would be a paradise if it weren’t for the native residents, thought Peng (they of golden wings).
Sure they were superficially cute, but they ate bugs pick out of each other’s fur.
And considered it an act of friendship.
Don’t get them wrong, it was wasn’t the consumption of bugs that they found gross, it was the fact that they ate them off each other’s bodies!
Who knows where the bugs had been crawling? It was just a way too intimate act in Peng in their not-very-humble at all opinion.
And yet there was Demon Bull King letting them do it!
“Are you finding a feast there, little friend?” The monkey perched on DBK’s shoulder did indeed seem to be finding a feast, much to Peng’s great disgust.
“Gross.”
“C’mon Peng, let your feathers be ruffled for once. Maybe it you’ll less uptight.”
“No.” Peng’s spread his glorious golden wings to keep the monkeys from perching on him.
