Elder Andulan gently rocked the basket cart, gazing affectionately at the sixty-seven Frosty Pichus lying motionless on the flax mat. These little creatures had been in "deep meditation" for nearly half a month now. Considering their average lifespan of only twenty years, being in deep meditation for this long was nearly equivalent to a Giant Dragon entering "contemplation" for twenty years.
During these days of neither eating nor drinking, the Frosty Pichus hadn't lost their chubby little faces. Instead, they had unknowingly grown several times chubbier; each Frosty Pichu, originally the size of a squirrel, had now grown as big as a plump rabbit. Moreover, large clusters of rosy red had sprouted from the dimples on their cheeks, along with pure black zebra stripes emerging from their golden bodies, giving them somewhat the appearance of little prisoners.
The old man's delight lay precisely in this.
