My wildlife friend book

It is not easy to describe Africa. Africa and here (here, Paris). There are thousands of differences, too far apart.

People often say that I am the little sister of the Mongols. I'm glad to hear that, because Mongley means wild, and I'm a wild child. I can't explain clearly. All the girls I know are domestic workers, except me. Why am I wild? That's because I live in Africa, far from the city, and wild animals are like my family.

I long to go back to Africa one day, and I often long to go back one day. Living there is not an ordinary life. I don't understand why people leave the wild. As soon as I left the wild and returned to the city, my troubles came.

My father told me that in Botswana, when you go out in a 4x4 jeep, you will often meet a large group of extraction flies, and they will get into the car through the window. It hurts to be stung by this big tongue fly. They often scramble to bite, but they never touch me. I think it's a mystery ... maybe they think I belong to nature, but most of mine are not? Or, it may be a smell or a hobby. In life, not everything can be made clear.

I can talk to animals.

I can talk to animals, and everyone feels fresh. So, many people came to me to tell stories, chat and ask me many questions, which exhausted me? I really have nothing to say ... I don't want to explain how I talked to them. It's no use. How to talk to animals is a secret. To figure this out, you need a little talent. Everyone has his own talent, such as writing, drawing, singing, saying a certain word and so on. Talent, very mysterious.

As for me, my gift is to date animals. Of course, I don't get along with any animals. I only kiss African wild animals. I talk to them with my mind and eyes, and communicate with them with my heart. You can see that they know what I mean and they are answering me. They make some movements, or look at me with their eyes, as if everything they want to say comes from their eyes. I'm sure I can talk to them. Although I know it's a bit strange, that's how I know them and sometimes even make friends with them.

Oh, this is life. Everyone has his own skills, and mine is a bit special. I know this is a huge fortune. I hope from the bottom of my heart that I am the only one who has this wealth, because wealth is not for everyone.

The docile little lion-Mufasa

I know a little lion. It's so cute. It also has its own name, Mufasa. So gentle, so gentle and funny. We often play together. Once, we took a nap together, and it sucked my thumb and slept soundly.

When we met again the next year, it grew like magic. It recognized me, slowly approached me and played with me. It touched me with its tail. It's amazing. I almost fell down with a brush.

My parents don't trust Mufasa very much and don't want me to be with it. I'm sorry, but they really don't trust. They don't trust me, so I don't want to touch them. In fact, dealing with people is the same.

Animals are never fierce, just more aggressive.

Animals are never fierce, but sometimes they are more aggressive. I almost forgot to tell everyone not to say "ferocious animals" but "aggressive animals". But it's no use talking. Nobody believed it. So what can I do? I won't repeat the same thing all my life. ...

Animals are aggressive only when they want to protect themselves, their children or their territory. Of course, if they are injured or have a bad temper, they will be aggressive, or they are naturally aggressive. They always have their own reasons anyway. People are different from people, and people themselves don't know why they are so fierce. Sometimes I get angry, like a little witch. A lot of ugly words come out of my mouth and I can't stop.

One day, I really want to meet Elvi, but all the adults are against me. I must tell you that Elvi is a tall and strong male baboon with dangerous big teeth in his mouth. He looks really bad. Everyone thought it would be aggressive? It's hard to predict what it will do. I, for some reason, feel I can get close to it. Finally, my parents had to let me near it. They specifically told me not to stare at it with my eyes. It will think it is hostile or provocative, which will make it angry. So, I just looked at its hand, and then I tilted my hand up, very lightly. Animals are like this. You have to touch each other to understand each other. It is also important to be familiar with the smell.

Elvi sneered at me. It should think that I am not its enemy. I touched it kindly. Very calm. Baboon hands are really funny. It is so warm and fluffy, just like a human hand.

Leaving the baboon, my mother and big belly were relieved. As for me, it's nice to meet Elvi. Now I'm dating a baboon, but I have no time to be friends.

Animals come from the good side.

Some of us humans are fierce, fierce for no reason at all, just for fun. These people are all bad people. I don't know whether this situation exists in animals. If an animal comes from a bad person, it will not date people and has no hope of becoming friends. It's strange to think of these. I've never been in this situation, or maybe crocodiles are like this?

Like snakes, everyone thinks they are fierce, but I have never been bitten by a snake. By the way, I was bitten by a mongoose once, so my nose has teeth marks in some photos. But it's not its fault. When I approached it and picked it up, it was very nervous and thought it would hurt it, so it bit my nose. This is just self-defense. I can't hate it

I've learned that animals come from the good side, not the bad side.

One of my favorite photos.

One of my favorite photos was taken when I was a child. In the photo, you can see that my hand is very close to the mouth of an antelope, very close. Antelope is so afraid of people, but that antelope is not afraid of me. I don't remember what happened, but I must have been talking to it. Otherwise, how could it let me near it? I am a ferocious human being, the kind that kills antelopes.

Take a picture with a big belly, and then the antelope leaves because it feels uncomfortable or it doesn't want to be quiet at all. It's hard to keep quiet in front of the person you're afraid of.

Every time I think about it, or look at this photo, I always feel a little strange that I have the ability to talk to animals.

What is love between animals? I think the love between them is that there is no quarrel, or indeed there is no quarrel like human beings. I don't understand why there is such a big difference. However, I think that's because animals are satisfied with one thing, while humans always want something else.

I love to laugh, and I like the wind blowing my hair.

One night, I met an unimaginable thing, very strange. I've never seen it before: I saw a meteor? I was talking to God at that time. I didn't talk to him with my hands like mass, but with my mouth. I asked him if I was the only little girl in the world who lived with wild animals. If there were others like me, I wouldn't be jealous. I asked him to treat me well if I went to heaven. I also told him that I love him very much and often miss him ... so he gave me a meteor.

I love to laugh, and I often laugh. I also like the wind blowing my hair. For example, when driving through the jungle, I sit on the top of a jeep and let the wind blow me. If my neck feels cold, I won't sit down. I also like to meet my best friend and hug her in my arms, or meet my lover and hug him tightly.

I have enough parents, a lover and a best friend.

Tippy's parents are wildlife photographers who have worked in Africa for many years and love nature very much. It is lucky to be their children, and they can have a mysterious life experience in cool Africa at an early age. More than half of the stories of My Wild Animal Friends written by Tippy, a small author, are wonderful photos taken by parents for their daughters. Tippy was born in Namibia. Before going to school, she followed the adults to shoot wild animals everywhere in the African desert. Naturally, from toddler innocence to liveliness, she became the object of parents' camera capture. Perhaps human childhood has a lot to do with animals in nature. Tippy has an extraordinary talent: he can communicate with wild animals with his eyes:

A wild elephant as high as a hill will tiptoe carefully behind Tippy, because his sister Tippy is only over one year old and is still learning to walk. That's right. Tippy has always called this elephant "my brother Abu".

An African "extraction fly" with Lickitung stung everyone, and it stung badly, but never touched the little girl Tippy. To this end, Tippy's own explanation is, "This is a mystery ... maybe they think I belong to nature."

Once, Jeb the cheetah bit Tippy's little shoulder and could swallow her completely. Adults are shocked because this cheetah has a bad record of chasing and biting frightened African boys. Later, I realized that it was a complete false alarm: Jeb just bit Tippy, as if the children were just Doby each other. Even playing games is so dangerous, Tippi has his own set of tried and tested experiences: "Animals come from good people", "When you meet wild animals, you must never panic and run away" because "wild animals are like my family", "Never be afraid, afraid of being hopeless" and "always be careful", because even after domestication, "leopard is still a leopard"

Nothing is stranger than the cover photo. An ostrich and a little girl never seem to be separated. Tippie grows on the back of an ostrich, not sitting on it. How can she be so cocky? It turns out that because "sitting on the ostrich's back is very comfortable", although it has a "distance" (that is, nails) sharp enough to cut the hunter open, it is very friendly to Tippy, "always afraid of knocking me over and often unwilling to move". Also, the grasslands in Africa, the wind on the grasslands, the blue sky in Africa and the clouds under the blue sky. The depth of the little guy's boast is even more unexpected. She even claimed: "I love to laugh, and I like the feeling of the wind blowing my hair." I'm already very self-aesthetic.

I think Tippy is still lonely and has suffered a lot. You can even say that Tippy hangs out with all kinds of wild animals because he has no friends to play with. Moreover, it is also facing wild animals. "Taking pictures won't scare them, but shotguns are different." Compared with countless hands pulling the trigger, Tippy's parents are just used to pressing the shutter, which seems so persistent and powerless!

Even Tippy's black friends and African Bushmen know that they won't kill wild animals unless they have to. Once they kill them and eat meat, they will worship them devoutly and thank them for giving their lives to feed their tribe. It must have been like this in the early days of mankind. At that time, killing was a conscious act with high cost, while protection was an unconscious inaction. Unlike now, killing is unconscious, but protection is expensive.

Tippy is now quietly attending primary school in Paris. He is a popular storyteller in his class. The beauty of her hometown, Paris, can't stop the child's faint sadness. She has some fatalism that only Africa is her hometown, because sparrows, pigeons or horses in Paris can't understand her eyes.

In Jin Yong's "Eight Dragons", there is a little witch, Zhong Ling, who is cunning and eccentric. She lives in Wanjie Valley, an endless mountain in the southwest, accompanied by a mink that moves like lightning. Minks are poisonous because they have been fed by their owners for many years. Once someone comes near, the mink immediately takes a bite, and the bitten person dies instantly, as if to show people all the taboos about nature and girls. In a recent photo, 10-year-old Tippy looked back at us with a hint of girl's reserve and independence in her eyes. She has a Madagascar lemur in her lower back, much like a mink in China-the whole person is the European version of Zhong Ling. The harmonious relationship between man and nature contained in this is also what Tippy wants to say.

Be inseparable from baboons;

Mom and dad say it's hard to be good friends with baboons. When I was a child, in Botswana, we lived in the jungle and saw baboons crawling all over the trees. They have a specialty, that is, making faces in tall trees, and then jumping down to grab my wine bottle for a few drinks. I seem to be angry about such a thing.

When I was four years old, I met Hindi, a baboon boy. He is about my age, but the difference is that he is a baboon. At that time, I couldn't tell a baboon from a doll. I thought they were all my friends anyway. We climb trees everywhere, change bottles and drink milk. It's disgusting to do so, but I'm still young, so it doesn't matter. I became friends with Xingdi, and we were inseparable.

Then we walked for a long time. One day, I came back and met Cindy. Nice to see it again! It has grown a lot faster than me. Parents asked who raised it at home and whether it would be dangerous to play together again. They said no problem.

My eyes are fine! As soon as Cindy saw me, she jumped on me and pulled my hair. Although I am still a little baboon girl, my strength is already great, which makes me very painful and uncomfortable. I don't know what's going on in its head. I came to see it, but it tore my face and grabbed me. Adults say he is jealous of my beautiful hair. Honestly, I don't know why. ...

I cried so hard that my hair was pulled out by it. From that day on, I hated Cindy, even though I knew it wasn't its fault.

Making friends with animals is different from making friends with people. Animals always have enemies, which is a natural law. Let them know that human beings are the most powerful, otherwise they will bully us. Cindy wants to dominate me? But we had many wonderful times together. It should recognize my smell and remember that we used to be the best friends in the world. It should be believed that animals' memory is not as bad as people's.