RT @zqy34980998: When I was eight years old, I was at my grandmother's house. One day, my third aunt came back from the nearby fields and shouted to my second aunt, "That indestructible monkey has moved the corn from the field by the willow ditch again, leaving it all over the ground. The corn isn't even ripe yet, and he's ruining it. It's despicable... There's nothing we can do."… https://t.co/h4HxukXD…