The stall owner was clever. Seeing Roe, he immediately said with a smile, "Kid, these balloons can be made into various shapes. If you don't like these, I can also make some animal images."
Roe opened his big clear eyes and asked innocently, "Can you make the 32 feet of centipede, uncle?"
The boss's mouth was twitching. Is he here for shopping or for smashing? The body of centipede could be made. What's the hell of '32 feet'?
Seeing the boss's embarrassed face, she wanted to smile but held back, "Could you help me make a balloon cap in a goose shape, please?"
Hearing this, the expression on his face immediately looked a lot better, "OK, no problem."
Roe knew that he was naughty, and he spat out his tongue.
Soon a vivid big white goose balloon cap was made. Vivian took it over and half bent over to wear it for him. After looking at it for a few seconds, she nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, you look more lovely."
Roe was sensible, but he was still a child less than four years old. He touched the big white goose on his head with joy. The smile on his face could not be suppressed.
"Mom, would you like to bring one too?"
"No, let's go. Let's feed the pigeons." Vivian paid the money and took Roe to the square to feed the pigeons.
These pigeons were raised in captivity and were not afraid of human. As soon as they went up, many pigeons were flying around and seemed to be begging for food from them.
Roe looked at a large group of pigeons under his feet. The child's nature was exposed at once. He excitedly pulled Vivian to and said, "Mom, look! They are not afraid of me."
"Yes, you're so cute. The pigeons also want to be close to you. You can feed the corn in your hand to them." Vivian looked at his innocent and pure face, and unconsciously showed a touch of doting in her eyes.
Roe nodded again and again, and put his small hand directly into the pigeon food bag. He grabbed a bunch of them and sprinkled them on the ground. The pigeon next to him also flew over and pecked at it, "Mom, look, that pigeon is so fat. Can it fly?"
"Which pigeon?"
Vivian looked at Roe's little hand. The corner of her eye twitched. At the first glance, she doubted whether she saw a little hen mixed with pigeons. After a careful look, this big fat guy was really a pigeon.
She answered, "Roe, pigeon also has its own dream, maybe it can fly."
"But it's really fat, just like a little hen." Roe stared at that pigeon which was buried itself in eating crazily, and its mouth still sent the contented cry of cooing all the time.
Seeing such a big fat mutant pigeon, Vivian didn't know how to explain it to him. She coughed a few times and changed the topic and said, "Roe, the little pigeons are very gentle. You can put the pigeon food in your hand and let them fly by to eat it."
"Can I?" Roe asked with his big black eyes.
"Well, yes, like this." Vivian poured a little pigeon food on her hand and stretched out her hand. After a while, the pigeons circling in the sky flew towards her, spreading their wings and pecking at her palm.
Roe saw about seven pigeons circling around Vivian's hand. He was so excited. He immediately learned from her. He poured a little pigeon food on his small hand, and stretched his hand as far as possible.
But he was afraid of being pecked by pigeons. He put his face to one side and closed his eyes tightly.
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