The Shell Lady squatted on a large tree nearby, each of her hands holding a plump little insect. She watched the Giant in the distance continuously pounding on the tree, yawned out of boredom, watched for a while longer, and then stopped paying attention to the Giant. She lowered her head, placed the two insects on a branch, and began to poke at them with her fingers.
"Hmm, one of them seems to have stopped moving."
She hurriedly grabbed the half-dead insect, shook it with force, and pinched it again.
Despite her small size, her grip was by no means weak. The poor insect was squeezed so that its body kept expanding and contracting, and green liquid and excrement were squeezed out of it.
After fussing with it for a while, the Shell Lady placed the insect back on the branch and disappointedly found that it still didn't move. Without any attachment, she threw the insect off the tree and focused all her attention on the other one, which was still crawling with some strength.
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