Yin Jiang, still oblivious, smiled and said, "A big white goose? Is it because you like goose eggs, Shuo'er, that you subconsciously turned into one?
You're all brilliantly white and plump, but strangely enough, you look quite pretty and cute..."
Si Shuo, furious, pecked at him in a flurry. "HONK HONK! You're the big white goose! Your whole family are big white geese!
I obviously turned into a swan! Swans are so beautiful and elegant. Didn't you see my graceful, long neck?"
Yin Jiang lost a few feathers from the pecking and hissed in pain. "Shuo'er, I was wrong! It's my fault, my eyesight is terrible..."
"How could your eyesight be bad? You're a Hunting Falcon! Is there anyone with better eyesight than you? In your eyes, am I just someone who only knows how to eat? What was that about liking goose eggs, so I turned into a big white goose... And 'brilliantly white and plump'—is that supposed to be a compliment?"
