Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

On the other side, Mr. Squirrel, who was sleeping in the attic with a blanket in his arms, frowned slightly, actually dreaming.

He dreamed of the holy mouse Maria!

oh!That is a beautiful mouse.

She was wearing a white robe, with a golden halo around her head, and her benevolent eyebrows made the goblin couldn't help but want to get closer.

She flew in the air with her bare feet, and bent down to chat with the pious little squirrel.

"Little monster, I am Maria the Holy Rat, you are my devout believer, I heard your prayer, and I will help you realize your wish."

Mr. Squirrel was overjoyed. He hurriedly knelt down on the ground, clasped his palms together, raised his head and asked humbly: "Oh! Holy Mouse Maria, may I ask, which wish do you want to help the mouse realize?"

He often prays on weekdays, who knows which time he was so lucky?

The Holy Rat Maria smiled slightly, he waved his paw, and suddenly such a scene appeared in mid-air.

I saw Mr. Squirrel wearing overalls, carrying a small back basket, standing at the end of the vegetable garden path, next to a small red mailbox, and Mr. Grasshopper delivering letters for him in front of him.

"Little monster, do you remember? You once prayed to me, hoping to give you a passionate mouse and let you have a romantic encounter in the small town of Valta. Now, your wish has come true. "

Um?Achieved?When was it realized?

Mr. Squirrel looked dumbfounded.

I suspect I heard wrong.

"No, no, holy mouse Mary, please forgive my offense, your devout believer would like to know, how did this wish come true?" Mr. Squirrel asked eagerly.

Holy Mouse Maria still smiled slightly.

"Little monster, isn't there a passionate goblin by your side?"

Um?Do you mean Mr. Weasel?

He is indeed too enthusiastic and unrestrained, but...but other than that, his other attributes are not right! ?

"Oh, Holy Mouse Maria, if you mean Mr. Weasel, is he a male goblin?"

Hearing this, Maria's smile froze for a moment.

But after all, she is a god mouse with only experience, so it is easy to deal with such a small accident.

A hypocritical smile immediately appeared on her face, and she pressed a small button hidden in the white robe with her claws. The sufficient power made the halo at the back of her head brighter, making her look even more divine.

"Little monster, this is your fault. When you prayed, you didn't explicitly say that you want to have a romantic encounter with a female mouse?"

It seems...it seems so, that's right, Mr. Squirrel lowered his head, and the whole mouse was listless,

but……

Always feel that there is something wrong?Mr. Squirrel bit his paw tangledly, then seemed to think of something suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Oh, Holy Mouse Maria, Mr. Weasel is not a mouse, he is not of the same species as the mob!"

Hearing this, Maria the Holy Rat couldn't keep smiling, and she hung awkwardly on her face.

This little believer's brain is a bit shaky!It really tested her business ability too much.

Fortunately, she is the one with the best performance and the most irrational words among the magic mice, and there is always a way to make this little squirrel limping!

"Little monster, doesn't the weasel also carry the word rat? When you prayed, you didn't make it clear whether the last word should be rat, or the middle character should be rat?"

Hearing this explanation, Mr. Squirrel pursed his mouth, and his eyes instantly became moist.

He endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, cried out with a loud cry, and woke up from the dream.

Just as Mr. Weasel fell asleep, he was woken up by the sudden cry. He rushed to the small attic in a hurry, and when he opened the door, he saw Mr. Squirrel crying on the blanket.

"Little monster! What's the matter? Little monster."

who is it?Who dares to bully his little squirrel, I, the weasel, will fight him desperately!

Mr. Weasel was very anxious. He first ran to the French window, checked carefully, and after making sure that there were no traces of strange goblins intruding, he ran to the little squirrel, and gently patted the little squirrel's undulating back with his paws, worried. He asked, "Little monster, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, Mr. Squirrel raised his head, the fur on the mouse's face was already messed up with tears.

While wiping his tears with his paws, he choked up and recounted the dream from beginning to end.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became. Mr. Squirrel dropped the golden beans patter, weak, aggrieved and helpless, and said: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooopay."

After listening to the whole dream, Mr. Weasel was already holding back his laughter so much that his face was about to cramp.

What kind of liar God Mouse is that, playing tricks on his mobs like this?

But, it's cute!

"Little monster, from this point of view, female goblins are unreliable!" Mr. Weasel said firmly with a straight face.

"Huh? Why... do you say that?" Mr. Squirrel sniffled, tilted his head, and looked puzzled.

"Wait for me." After finishing speaking, Mr. Weasel rushed down to the second floor, got the notebook and small crayons, and returned to the small attic.

Spreading out the small book in front of the little squirrel, Mr. Weasel had a smirk on the corner of his mouth, and solemnly began to say: "Little monster, look, I will settle the account for you."

As he spoke, he wrote down an equation in his notebook.

"Sacred Rat Maria = Mother Fairy, right?"

right!The little squirrel nodded fiercely!

"Holy mouse Maria = unreliable, right?"

Recalling the dream just now, the little squirrel nodded fiercely again, yes!

"Then substituting this equation into that equation, it turns out that female goblin = unreliable, right?"

No problem!

But something always feels wrong?

Mr. Squirrel hesitated. He stared suspiciously at the equation in the small book for a long time.

Mr. Weasel at the side was calm on the surface, but he was sweating coldly behind his back and panicked a lot.

This equation is his nonsense, such a big bug, will definitely be discovered by the little squirrel, and then it will inevitably be beaten.

Why!He really shouldn't be beating up for nothing and insulting the little squirrel's IQ!

Mr. Weasel regretted it very much.

However, Mr. Squirrel looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find the slightest problem.

In the end, the defeated little squirrel could only reluctantly agree to this point of view: "Yes, mother goblins are unreliable."

God!The little idiot!

Mr. Weasel shocked?How could this be possible?