Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

After finalizing the shopping list, Mr. Weasel pushed out his flamboyant red bicycle from behind the big tree.

When I first bought a bicycle, I specially picked one with a back seat, so that one day, I could drive my beloved little fairy through the streets and alleys of the fairy forest.

The little squirrel got into the small tent and changed himself into a set of fresh and clean clothes.

The upper body is a small white T-shirt, a yellow vest, the lower body is a pair of black striped shorts, and he is carrying a sunflower-shaped small backpack, which contains his shriveled money bag, shopping list, and There is a map of the small town of Warta.

After getting ready, he bouncingly ran towards Mr. Weasel.

Mr. Weasel tied a soft pillow to the back seat of the bicycle. He didn't want the hard iron sheet to damage the little squirrel's chubby butt.

"Little monster, come up, let's go to the town of Valta." Mr. Weasel patted the back seat of the bicycle and said eagerly.

It was the first time for Mr. Squirrel to ride a bicycle. He circled the bicycle curiously, and then climbed onto the back seat by climbing the wheels.

Sitting his little butt on the soft pillow, Mr. Squirrel pinched his claws, raised his eyelids to glance at Mr. Weasel from time to time, and immediately looked away in panic, looking a little at a loss.

"Little monster, when I get on the bicycle, grab the clothes around my waist with your claws. Be sure to hold on firmly. The forest path is still a bit bumpy, so don't fall off." Mr. Weasel grinned At the corner of the mouth, there seemed to be a careful exhortation, but in private, there was a lot of bad news.

It was impossible to hold on firmly, he had to deliberately walk through those rugged potholes, so that the panicked little squirrel had to hug his waist.

Mr. Squirrel nodded seriously, shrunk his feet, like an obedient baby, and couldn't see through Mr. Weasel's fancy intestines at all.

"Let's go."

Mr. Weasel held the bicycle handle tightly with both paws, stepped on the bicycle pedal with one paw, and kicked the ground with the other paw. After slipping for a while, he got on the bicycle and galloped along the forest path.

The warm wind was blowing the fur on the mouse's face, and Mr. Squirrel was pinching the sides of Mr. Weasel's big vest with both paws, and the corners of his eyes were bent down comfortably.

The speed of the bicycle is very fast, skimming the grass, crossing the flower fields, and flowing through the stream...

Passing by an osmanthus tree, there are also apricot-yellow osmanthus fluttering down, sending out a sweet smell that lingers on the tip of the nose for a long time.

Mr. Squirrel's tense mood gradually relaxed. He swayed his calf and hummed a song in a low voice.

Even though the singing became inaudible when the wind blew, Mr. Weasel still heard it.

With a cracked smile, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, his chance has come!

Mr. Weasel took aim at a protruding stone and deliberately rolled the wheel on it.

The red bicycle bounced into the air, and the little squirrel sitting in the back seat of the car exclaimed in fright, subconsciously clenched its claws, and as it leaned back, the petite claws directly hit Mr. Weasel through the big vest. The two tufts of hair on the waist were pulled down.

hiss...

Grinning Mr. Weasel's teeth in pain, he tried his best not to scream.

He can't live without doing evil, he doesn't want to destroy the beautiful atmosphere, that would be too frustrating!

The next moment, the bicycle fell back to the ground, and the little squirrel slammed into the back of Mr. Weasel with its small body leaning forward.

The big vest that Mr. Huang Lang was wearing today still had the cool smell of peppermint and saponin. Mr. Squirrel took the opportunity to sniff it twice and made himself a big red mouse face.

ah!What a shameless cheeky rat he was.

Hurriedly straightening his small body, Mr. Squirrel still held the corner of Mr. Weasel's big vest reservedly, pretending that nothing happened.

On the other side, Mr. Weasel is already so happy that he can't wait to scream up to the sky!

It's really worth it to exchange two pinches of fur for the intimate contact with the little squirrel!

Mr. Weasel pedaled his bicycle hard, and the whole wolf was exuding pink bubbles.

He was so proud of himself, he repeated his tricks from time to time, the hair on his waist was almost bald by the little squirrel, and the expression on his face was also crazily switching between deformed due to pain and comfortable enjoyment.

No matter how dull Mr. Squirrel is, he still knows that Mr. Weasel did it on purpose.

If this had been changed before, Mr. Squirrel would have clenched his paws into fists angrily, and knocked Mr. Weasel on the head bang bang.

But now, Mr. Squirrel is hiding in the back seat of the car, covering his small mouth with his paw, secretly laughing, his smiling eyes are full of crescent moons.

When building a house, the little squirrel saw Mr. Weasel holding a pencil in his paw, staring at him, drawing the size and angle of the small tree house on the drawing, and then converting the formula in a flying manner.

Whenever this happens, Mr. Squirrel will shrink his head into his small chest with low self-esteem.

His academic performance is not good, and he has never been to a goblin university. Even the sketches of clothes that need to be drawn as a small tailor are learned by himself.

But even so, such a smart Mr. Weasel is always clumsy when getting along with him.

The self-introduction that impressed the mouse, pretending to be a ghost late at night to intimidate the mouse, being beaten to death with a bruised nose and swollen face, sneaking on the little squirrel's ass...

The more Mr. Squirrel thought about it, the happier he was, and he couldn't help giggling.

When Mr. Weasel heard the laughter, his eyes lit up in an instant, as if he finally got some kind of recognition. Mr. Weasel blew his hooligan whistle, and his paws seemed to be spattered with chicken blood, and he pedaled his bicycle frantically.

The wheels spun fast, and the fiery red bicycle rushed all the way to the small town of Varta.

Then, Mr. Weasel was stopped by the sparrow guard on duty at the city gate.

"Huang Lang, you liar, you haven't been at home for more than a month. I've called you several times. Do you want to take my tip?" The appearance of never giving up until the penny.

Only then did Mr. Weasel remember that he promised to tip the sparrow guard at the end of the month, but he got along so well with the little squirrel this month that he completely forgot about it.

This is bad!

Mr. Squirrel popped up curiously from behind Mr. Weasel, and cast doubtful eyes on the sparrow guard. He carefully tugged on Mr. Weasel's vest, wondering what happened?

Seeing this scene, the sparrow guard froze for a moment, then blew his hair instantly.

"Okay, you, Huang Lang, the little squirrel is already in your hands, and you still haven't settled the tip for me. Come on, you and I will go to the goblin police station with me, and I will expose you as a liar with detective hyena." The sparrow guard was almost angry Lost my mind.

Little squirrel, do you get it?What is this all about?He turned his questioning gaze to Mr. Weasel, and whispered, "Mr. Huang Lang, what happened?"

"What happened? Oh! Little squirrel, you don't know, this shameless weasel, every time you enter the city, he... woo woo woo, woo woo woo."

Since he couldn't get the tip, the sparrow guard simply smashed the jar, intending to reveal all the wicked things that Mr. Weasel entrusted him to do, but he only spoke half of his words, and Mr. Weasel dragged him away with his paw covering his mouth.

Pulling the sparrow guard into the dark alley, Mr. Weasel poked his head out to make sure that the little squirrel hadn't followed, so he let out a long breath and let go of his paws.

As a result, the sparrow guard, who was just able to make a sound, screamed instantly. He spread his wings and pressed his back against the wall, and asked tremblingly, "You...you cunning weasel, what do you want to do? I...I Let me tell you, the town of Varta is guarded by goblins, don't do bad things, my little sparrow is not afraid of you."

Mr. Weasel had a headache from the noise of this noisy bird. He stretched out a paw to pick his ears, and explained helplessly: "I owe you a little tip? Can't I pay you double the settlement? You also You see, the relationship between me and the little squirrel has finally made some progress. Don’t disturb my good business, or I will go to Morris Church every day, praying to Father White Pigeon, and cursing that the little sparrow you have with the mother goblin will not have chrysanthemums .”

Hearing this, the sparrow guard instantly widened Heidou's eyes. He was panting heavily, and the tips of his wings were trembling.

"You...you rascal, rascal, how can you say such a vicious curse? Oh! God, please punish this evil weasel. He must have sold his soul to the devil to get this far. .”

Mr. Weasel didn't take it seriously at all. He raised his brows impatiently, and asked in a naughty way: "So, do you want double the tips, or do you want the little sparrows born in the future without chrysanthemums?"

"Oh, shit, don't you say that again! Hurry up and pay me double the tip, I want to break up with you, a tasteless weasel." Gotta get the pennies quick and make a clean break with this demon.

"Don't worry, I don't have any money with me now." Mr. Weasel shrugged and spread his paws with an innocent face.

"What?" The sparrow guard raised his voice in an instant. He stared at Mr. Weasel in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. How could there be such a wicked elf living in the Fairy Forest?

"Don't worry, the money will definitely be settled to you, but it will take a while, so how about it, I will pay you five times the settlement at that time, what do you think?" Mr. Weasel stretched out five paws, tempting with malicious intentions .

"You...are you serious?"

The five times the tip was more than his salary for guarding the city gate for a week. I have to say that the sparrow guard was moved.

If he can get it, then he can take a week off and go to Miss Fox's disco to have a good time.

"Of course, you know, I'm not short of money!" Mr. Weasel shook the hair on the top of his head arrogantly, and the whole wolf exuded an air of local tyrant.

"Okay...Okay, but you have to pay me the settlement as soon as possible, and you can't be in arrears for too long." Under the temptation of money, the sparrow guard drooped his wings and compromised.

"I'll take care of things, don't worry." Mr. Weasel promised shamelessly, and then, under the worried gaze of the sparrow guard, he ran out of the dark alley and ran towards the gate of the city where the little squirrel was.