Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

The next day, Mr. Squirrel got up late again which was rare.

Wearing a floral apron, he worked on breakfast in the kitchen, angrily adding a pinch of salt to Mr. Weasel's fried eggs.

Hmph, let this wicked weasel know that his little squirrel also has a temper.

As a result, Mr. Weasel still ate voraciously, and sucked his paws with relish after eating, which made Mr. Squirrel very angry.

They were going to go fishing by the river today. Mr. Squirrel was carrying a small bucket, and together with Mr. Weasel, they walked along the forest path towards the river.

He stomped on the ground with his paws, and his mouth was so high that he could hang a small oil bottle.

Hmph, hurry up and coax me, I think you want to lose my little squirrel.

But Mr. Weasel on the side was still blowing his hooligan whistle excitedly, laughing to death, and didn't notice Mr. Squirrel's little emotions at all.

He stopped his paws beside a big tree, bent down, and cleaned the wet fallen leaves next to the tree roots, then showed his sharp claws, and started to dig the soil crazily.

One after another, the slender earthworms were pulled out of the soil by Mr. Weasel, and stuffed into the small pot that he carried with him, intending to use them as bait for fishing.

Mr. Squirrel stretched his neck and looked at it curiously. The next moment, a scarlet earthworm suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Its slender body twisted back and forth. The little squirrel screamed in fright and fell to the ground. .

The mischievous Mr. Weasel was still grinning his teeth, but after seeing this scene, he suddenly seemed to be choked, his smile froze on his face, he didn't accept it, and it didn't matter if he didn't accept it, it was extremely funny.

"Ahem, little monster, you...are you alright?"

"You...bad thing." The little monster gritted his teeth angrily, and after finishing speaking, he picked up a small branch on the side with his claws and rushed up.

Let you taste my little squirrel's brutal beating, and see if you dare in the future?

"Don't, it's wrong, I'm wrong, don't dare, don't dare again." Mr. Weasel screamed after being beaten, and the irritable little squirrel chased him all the way from the forest to the small river.

Sitting obediently on a round stone by the river, the gray-faced Mr. Weasel unscrewed the small jar dutifully, tore the caught earthworms into pieces and put them on the hook, then handed the fishing rod to To the little squirrel with his hips on the side.

The little squirrel felt much refreshed after letting out the grievances from last night.

He took the fishing rod, found a cool shade, and flicked out the fishing line beautifully, then dragged his cheeks with one paw and stared blankly.

During the whole morning, the fish on Mr. Weasel's side took the bait one after another, and quickly filled the small bucket.

And Mr. Squirrel looked at his empty bucket, and frowned worriedly.

Every time he thought there was a fish about to take the bait, he lifted the fishing rod and found that the bait on the hook was gone, and the fish he ate had gone away.

"These cunning fish are just bullying my little squirrel's slow response." Mr. Squirrel stomped his paw angrily, and gave up.

Anyway, Mr. Weasel has already caught a lot of them. If he also has a good harvest here, the small pond in the garden will not be able to support them.

Mr. Squirrel threw the fishing rod aside with peace of mind, took off his clogs, rolled his trousers up to his thighs, found a shoal, and drank into the river.

Compared with fishing, catching small snails is much more enjoyable, as long as they are found, they will never run away. After a while, Mr. Squirrel caught a bunch of them and covered the bottom of the small bucket with a shallow layer.

He picked up a small rock, and unexpectedly found a small river crab spitting bubbles underneath.

The little river crab realized that he was exposed, and waved his tongs at Mr. Squirrel, trying to scare the little squirrel away.

But the little squirrel was not afraid of him, so he picked it up with a branch and threw it into the small bucket, deciding to steam it tonight.

Waiting for Mr. Weasel's small bucket to be filled with fish, Mr. Squirrel's small bucket is also filled with small snails and small river crabs.

They rushed back to the small tree house with buckets, came to the pond in the garden, and dumped fish, crabs, small snails, and water plants that they picked.

Now, his little garden is alive again.

Mr. Squirrel circled around the small pond happily, while Mr. Weasel beside him sighed softly and his shoulders slumped.

The small tree house has been completely renovated inside and out, and it seems that he has no reason to stay here anymore.

"Little monster, I...I should go." Mr. Weasel said in a bitter voice, and the whole wolf became listless.

"What... what?" Mr. Squirrel was stunned, unable to turn around for a while.

"The decoration of the small tree house has been completed, and it's time for me to return to the small town of Varta."

"But... But, I haven't paid you the penny for the decoration." The mob squeezed his paws, his eyes gradually turned red, he didn't want Mr. Weasel to leave, he wanted to live with Mr. Weasel in the Fairy Forest.

Is the little squirrel trying to keep him in disguise?

Could it be that he misunderstood again?

Mr. Weasel, who always loves to be sentimental, has become vacillating this time.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no follow-up from the little squirrel. Sure enough, he was being sentimental again. Mr. Weasel said dejectedly, "When you have saved enough for the decoration cost, come to Chilamy Apartment to find me."

Hearing this, the mob's nose instantly turned sore.

I still have to go, saying that I like him is a lie, he just wants to play with the little squirrel's feelings.

He stretched out his claws fiercely, and pushed Mr. Weasel hard. Mr. Squirrel choked up and said, "I won't go to you. When I save enough pennies, I will send you the money. I don't want to see it again." your turn."

After finishing speaking, the little squirrel ran into the small tree house on his own, rushed to the attic, and squatted down behind the French windows to hide.

Sure enough, he was still hated!

From the very beginning of the self-introduction, the little squirrel left a bad impression in his mind, and when he was about to leave in the end, he could not be rescued.

Mr. Weasel drooped his head, pushed the bicycle out from behind the big tree, and then pushed the bicycle away from the small tree house in self-defeating.

At the corner of the road, he couldn't help turning his head to look back, but he couldn't see the little squirrel at the window.

Sure enough, it was completely hated.

Mr. Weasel felt extremely sad. He got on his bicycle in despair, and his figure slowly disappeared around the corner.

By the time Mr. Squirrel stood up and looked out the window, Mr. Weasel was no longer in front of the small tree house.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he hurriedly ran down the attic and out of the small tree house, staggering a few steps after him, but he didn't even catch up with a shadow.

Mr. Squirrel rushed to the small attic again, got into the small blanket, and wrapped himself into a small mountain bag.

He hid in the small mountain bag, endured it again and again, and finally couldn't hold it back, and cried out with a wow.

He clenched his fists and smashed the pillow, crying louder as he smashed it, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Evil-hearted weasel, I don't want to talk to you anymore, bullying the little squirrel like this, what kind of biscuit are you? Woooooo..."

"If I give you another punch, your nose will be crooked, you scumbag, playing with the little squirrel's feelings, woo woo woo..."

Mr. Squirrel was crying, and the small pillow was also messy by him. At this time, the small door of the attic seemed to be opened from the outside.