One night, in the land of Ming China. The cold breeze of the night sneaks in the houses. A little boy couldn’t find sleep. All his family was already sleeping. The noises of his own tummy growl kept him awake. His dinner wasn’t enough. He got up and looked at all his family sleeping, especially his tiny little sister who was a baby. She seemed so soft and appetizing, so he ate, leaving the bones in the cradle. But I fear that wasn’t enough, so he ate again, his two little brothers. But that wasn't enough for him, but his body couldn’t bear it. He felt so nauseous. He threw up all he ate along with his intestines and blood. His family woke up by the screams of the older sister. The dad then shot at him with a rifle.