bad at taking things slow and steady and, silar to the hare, liked to sprint to the end—didn’t want to wait.
As she watched the chicken ve farther out of her reach, Mulan’s heart began to pound and her fingers began to twitch. Her pace quickened. First a faster walk, then a slow jog, until she took off in a sprint after the chicken. Hearing Mulan’s footsteps, the chicken let out a loud
Bwack!
and ran faster, flapping its wings wildly, sending feathers flying.
The race was on!
Through the courtyard Mulan chased after the chicken. But every ti her fingers were nearly close enough to reach out and grab the bird, the pesky anil would duck to the side, gaining freedonbsp; for another nt.
Having noticed what his daughter was doing, Zhou shouted, “Mulan! et the chicken!” But Mulan’s steps didn’t slow.
She barely registered the fact that the bird had headed back toward the coop by way of the shrine until she was inside the circular structure. Caught up in the nt, Mulan continued to follow the chicken, which awkwardly flew up and over the phoenix statue. Mulan took a running ju and followed, sailing over the ancient holy relic. Her feet naged to clear it??.??.??. but the stick she was still carrying did not.
With a loud
CRACK!
the stick slaed into the large stone bird, knocking off its left wing. Outside the shrine, other villagers looked up fronbsp; their chores at the loud sound, letting out a collective gasp as the wing fell to the ground with a thud. They had paid little nd to Mulan’s antics—until now.
Mulan didn’t notice. She was already out of the shrine and sprinting behind the chicken up a stairwell to a balcony on the second floor of the building. Catching sight of the charging girl, a young ther, clutching her baby in her ar, jued out of the way just in ti to avoid Mulan’s flailing lis. Racing along, Mulan ducked under a bin of rice held by two n—and right into a won hanging her laundry. The won scread as laundry—and re feathers—went flying.
“Mulan! Take control of yourself!”
At the sound of her ther’s voice, Mulan’s footsteps slowed. Ahead, she saw her ther, Li, standing by the door to their ho, ar crossed and a frown on her otherwise beautiful face. Beside her was Xiu. Unlike their ther, the expression on Xiu’s face was one of delight as she watched Mulan—and the chicken—running toward thenbsp; along the thin balcony outside their apartnt.
Up ahead, the chicken had reached the
As she watched the chicken ve farther out of her reach, Mulan’s heart began to pound and her fingers began to twitch. Her pace quickened. First a faster walk, then a slow jog, until she took off in a sprint after the chicken. Hearing Mulan’s footsteps, the chicken let out a loud
Bwack!
and ran faster, flapping its wings wildly, sending feathers flying.
The race was on!
Through the courtyard Mulan chased after the chicken. But every ti her fingers were nearly close enough to reach out and grab the bird, the pesky anil would duck to the side, gaining freedonbsp; for another nt.
Having noticed what his daughter was doing, Zhou shouted, “Mulan! et the chicken!” But Mulan’s steps didn’t slow.
She barely registered the fact that the bird had headed back toward the coop by way of the shrine until she was inside the circular structure. Caught up in the nt, Mulan continued to follow the chicken, which awkwardly flew up and over the phoenix statue. Mulan took a running ju and followed, sailing over the ancient holy relic. Her feet naged to clear it??.??.??. but the stick she was still carrying did not.
With a loud
CRACK!
the stick slaed into the large stone bird, knocking off its left wing. Outside the shrine, other villagers looked up fronbsp; their chores at the loud sound, letting out a collective gasp as the wing fell to the ground with a thud. They had paid little nd to Mulan’s antics—until now.
Mulan didn’t notice. She was already out of the shrine and sprinting behind the chicken up a stairwell to a balcony on the second floor of the building. Catching sight of the charging girl, a young ther, clutching her baby in her ar, jued out of the way just in ti to avoid Mulan’s flailing lis. Racing along, Mulan ducked under a bin of rice held by two n—and right into a won hanging her laundry. The won scread as laundry—and re feathers—went flying.
“Mulan! Take control of yourself!”
At the sound of her ther’s voice, Mulan’s footsteps slowed. Ahead, she saw her ther, Li, standing by the door to their ho, ar crossed and a frown on her otherwise beautiful face. Beside her was Xiu. Unlike their ther, the expression on Xiu’s face was one of delight as she watched Mulan—and the chicken—running toward thenbsp; along the thin balcony outside their apartnt.
Up ahead, the chicken had reached the