The spring Jasmine in the little fox's yard is blooming. The little fox is counting and singing: one flower, two flowers, three flowers.
The little vole was envious of the little fox's song.
When the fox was not at home, the vole stole three flowers.
The little fox counted and counted, eh, how could he lack three flowers?
Suddenly, the little fox heard the little vole singing in the cave: one flower, two flowers, three flowers. Oh, the vole stole it.
When fox sings again, the song becomes: four flowers, five flowers, six flowers.
Little vole thought: I only have three flowers.
Little vole wait and wait, little fox just won't leave. The little fox watered the flowers and weeded them. The little vole was dying.
When the vole heard that there was no sound outside, he said with a smile: ha, little fox is not at home. I'll steal three more flowers from him.
The little vole came out of the hole and suddenly had a silly look: the little fox was looking at himself with a smile.
Little vole blushed, oh, oh, for a long time also can't say a word.
—& mdash; Here, three flowers. The little fox took out three flowers from behind.
The little vole said happily: Thank you.
The little vole went back to the cave and sang four, five, six flowers.