Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Mr. Squirrel waited anxiously under the city gate. After seeing the figure of Mr. Weasel, he carried a small backpack and ran two steps to meet him.

"Mr. Huang Lang, is the matter resolved?"

"Little monster, it's okay, it's all a misunderstanding, that sparrow's eyes aren't very good, it's mistaken for a fairy!" Mr. Weasel ran the train with his mouth full, intending to turn the farce over.

"But...but did he call you by your name?" Mr. Squirrel frowned in confusion, feeling that things were not that simple.

And soaking in little squirrels makes mobs a little bit concerned...

"Damn, it's the weasel with the same name as me, and he looks a bit similar, so he admitted his mistake. He had already apologized to me in the alley just now. After all, I am a magnanimous and tolerant goblin, and I don't intend to talk to him. Don't worry about it, little squirrel, let's hurry up and buy materials, the little tree house is still waiting for us to decorate." Mr. Weasel was glib and slick, blinked his eyes, and stunned the little squirrel with two or three sentences.

The little squirrel, who was still confused, was fooled in this way, completely forgetting what happened just now, and only thinking about his little tree house.

"Mr. Weasel, I know a good place to buy daily necessities." After speaking, Mr. Squirrel unbuttoned the sunflower backpack, took out a small map, and looked at it carefully.

"Ah, I see. Go this way. Come with me." Mr. Squirrel was very excited. He raised his paw to grab Mr. Weasel and walked with him, but accidentally, his paw got into Mr. Weasel's slack. in the waistband.

Ah~(*▽▽▽)

Even if he was always self-indulgent in the past, what happened this time?

Mr. Weasel became excited instantly, and the Weasel immediately stood up to show his respect.

He brushed back the fur on the top of his head, and the light scars on his eyebrows and eyes made his whole wolf look a bit yuppie.

Imitating the domineering fairy in the short story book, Mr. Weasel thought he was charming and said: "You little fairy, are you satisfied with what you touched?"

Hearing this, the little squirrel retracted its paws as if it had been scalded, and the whole mouse was covered in a faint pink color from its ears to its big furry tail.

He raised his clogs, stepped on Mr. Weasel's paws fiercely, and said angrily, "Bah, that's not serious." Then he turned his head and ran away.

hiss...

Mr. Weasel jumped in pain, but still limped after him, for fear that the little squirrel would dump him: "Little monster, wait for me!"

Following the back of the little squirrel, after turning around and turning around, he passed through a secret door and came to the back city of Varta town.

These are all small workshops run by huge goblins, but in Mr. Squirrel's view, it's more like a shopping paradise for poor goblins.

Mr. Weasel walked up the street carelessly, and was almost stepped into the bluestone floor by the oncoming Uncle Rhinoceros. Seeing this scene, Mr. Squirrel was so frightened that his little heart almost jumped out of his throat.

ah!What a daredevil who is not afraid of anything!

Seeing that there were no other big goblins around, Mr. Squirrel rushed forward quickly and dragged Mr. Weasel into the corner with a roar.

"Mr. Huang Lang, this is the back city where the big goblins live. As little goblins, you can't walk around at will. We have to walk close to the wall, so as not to be accidentally stepped on by the big goblins. Follow me. You can't act casually." Mr. Squirrel patiently explained, while giving serious instructions, with a small face, like a squirrel commander who is going to fight guerrilla warfare with the enemy.

"Got it, sir." Mr. Weasel hurriedly stood at attention and saluted, acting as the little squirrel's loyal henchman.

So, Mr. Squirrel took his little follower and started a big shopping raid with a small shriveled purse.

I bought yarn balls of more than a dozen colors and pastoral-style florets from Ms. Tarantula.

I bought a small ceramic tea set from Mr. Baboon and customized two rice jars, and left the address. Mr. Baboon will personally deliver the goods to the door the next day.

I bought paint for the walls from Uncle Mandrill.

Finally, I bought a small hanging basket for feeding flowers and plants from Miss Kangaroo, and was also gifted a bulb of perfume lily...

A total of more than 300 pence was spent, which completely emptied Mr. Squirrel's small purse.

Why!Using almost all of his savings to renovate the small tree house, the little spare money left was also squandered today. Mr. Squirrel squeezed his claws in pain.

It seems that these days it is necessary to go to the Fairy Guild to pick up a few new orders for clothing, otherwise the mobs in the slums will almost be out of control.

But seeing the large and small shopping bags tied to the handlebars of the bicycle, Mr. Squirrel's face brightened again.

You can earn money after you spend it all, but you can't live up to your life.

After purchasing, Mr. Weasel rode a bicycle and returned to the countryside of Varta with Mr. Squirrel on the same day.

When passing by the Fairy Guild, Mr. Squirrel hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to come to take the order after decorating the small tree house.

His brain is not very clever, and things can only be done well with one heart and one mind.

If he collects money from customers but fails to make clothes that satisfy customers, Mr. Squirrel will definitely feel guilty.

After making a decision, Mr. Squirrel left without hesitation. When they returned to the small tree house in the countryside, the midday sun was still hanging in the sky.

Mr. Weasel couldn't stay idle. He diluted the paint he bought from Uncle Mandrill with spring water into a color that the smallest squirrel was satisfied with.

The first floor is idyllic tender green, the second floor is fresh and elegant lake blue, the attic is warm light yellow, and the storage room is a steady brown wood color.

Two goblins, with a small brush in their hands, became happy painters.

It wasn't as big a job as building a house, and by the time the sun went down, half the rooms were still unpainted.

However, Mr. Weasel and Mr. Squirrel sat on the lawn tired and out of breath, their foreheads were dripping with sweat, and they poured tons of herbal tea with their heads up.

I have no choice but to fight again tomorrow. If this kind of meticulous work is done at night, the walls will be painted darker and lighter.

For dinner, he ate a simple and nutritious vegetable and fruit salad. When he fell asleep, Mr. Weasel secretly hid a small pillow in the tent that served as a [-]th line. Mr. Squirrel, who was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, didn't notice it.

The next day, as soon as the sun peeked out over the top of the hill, the two goblins got up early to get back to their painting job.

The little squirrel has relatively poor physical strength, and every time it paints a high place or a roof, it has to step on a small ladder.

As a result, during the process of painting, he dozed off in a daze, his little head was wobbling, and he almost fell off the small ladder, scaring Mr. Weasel so much that his soul flew out.

So from then on, Mr. Weasel, a goblin, contracted the rest of the painting work.

Mr. Squirrel is very ashamed, but no matter how much he guarantees, the sullen Mr. Weasel will sternly refuse his request for help.

Don't look at Mr. Weasel who is always foolish and playful on weekdays. Once he becomes strict, Mr. Squirrel hesitates and dare not resist, and he is actually afraid in his heart.

So, Mr. Weasel was in charge of fighting on the front line again, and Mr. Squirrel was in charge of logistics.

After finishing painting the walls of the small tree house, Mr. Weasel went to the forest with a small saw, and dragged back one after another neat wooden piles after half a day.

He cut and polished these wooden piles into planks little by little, and began to build furniture in the small tree house.

First is the storage room.

The walls on both sides are full of cabinets and drawers, which can be used to store all kinds of dried fruits and jams made by the little squirrels, as well as some fruits and vegetables that are not easy to rot, such as sweet potatoes, corn and potatoes...

On the innermost side are two rice tanks customized by Mr. Baboon, filled with flour and rice.

Then open some hidden compartments on the wall to store bottles and jars filled with tea leaves and pickled vegetables...

Finally, night lights are installed on the four corners of the roof so that you can see clearly at night.

Mr. Weasel worked hard in the front, and the little squirrel followed behind him with a look of admiration, his little mouth kept chattering, as if it had been smeared with honey.

"Mr. Huang Lang, the cabinet is so beautiful, and you are so powerful."

"Mr. Huang Lang, can you open another row of drawers here? I want to store dried wild vegetables and herbs."

Mr. Squirrel’s old problem of hoarding food was repeated. Every time Mr. Weasel built a cabinet, he cheered and ran to the shade of the tree, sorting out the dry food and daily necessities from the small tree house before. Neatly placed in the cabinet.

Looking at the overcrowded cabinet, Mr. Squirrel let out a snort, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

God!Such a large storage room is simply a paradise for little squirrels.

Waiting for the small tree house to be decorated, he would go to the forest to pick it every day with a small back basket, filling the entire storage room.

Mr. Squirrel spread the idyllic flower cloth that he bought from Lady Tarantula on the lawn, and he made a fringed door curtain to hang over the arched door of the store room.

At this moment, Chinese thoughts were springing up in his mind, and Mr. Squirrel was holding the crayon tip, drawing and drawing, and he drew a sketch in a short time.

He picked up the small scissors, clicked them, put them on the small sewing machine again, chug...

Finally, weaved the wool into tassels and embellished it under the door curtain. Mr. Squirrel dragged the finished small door curtain, holding small nails and a small hammer in his paws, stepped on a small bench, and nailed the door curtain to the arch of the storage room superior.