Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

"It's because you accepted the garment-making task issued by the opera house?" Mr. Peacock's voice sounded cool and nice, but he was not very polite.

After being called, the little squirrel stood up straight, bowed deeply in the direction of Mr. Peacock, and began to introduce himself stutteringly: "You... hello! The beautiful and elegant Mr. Price, I... I am a mob living in the countryside of Valta, I am a small tailor, I hope... I hope I can design performance dresses for your new play."

The two pleasant adjectives made Mr. Peacock flatter. He coughed lightly, and his tone was much gentler: "Oh, then you have participated in the Fairy Forest's costume design competition, have you won any awards?"

Hearing this, Mr. Squirrel, who was already nervous, choked.

The little ears drooped instantly, he lowered his head, and replied with low self-esteem: "No, I haven't participated in the competition."

"Then which goblin university did you go to? Do you have a certificate?"

"The little monster didn't go to college either." Mr. Squirrel could not wait to bury his head in his small chest. He pinched the hem of the little sweater with his claws, and secretly blushed his eyes while the other fairies couldn't see him.

"Oh, that's it!" Mr. Peacock's voice sounded a little disappointed, but he still picked up the script on the table beside him, handed it to the little squirrel, and said, "Then read the script first, and I'll make it up." Makeup, when I come back, tell me how you want to design it."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Peacock stood up, surrounded by the little raccoon sisters, and walked into the dressing room beside him.

As a dancer and theatrical star, he has to remain graceful and beautiful at all times.

Mr. Squirrel stared blankly at the script stuffed into his paws, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He... He actually got the chance to try?

oh!God!It must be the blessing of the sun rat Apollo!

Mr. Squirrel quickly ran to Mr. Weasel, raised his face, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of big black eyes that were particularly bright.

He waved the script triumphantly in front of Mr. Weasel, and said happily: "Mr. Huang Lang, look, Mr. Price told me to read the script first, oh, he is really a tolerant fairy."

Seeing this scene, Mr. Weasel also heaved a sigh of relief. He grinned, showing his thick white teeth, and said in a dog-legged way: "It's still the mobs who are so powerful. Mr. Peacock must have been moved by the sincerity and talent of the mobs." gone."

Hearing this, Mr. Squirrel blushed. He glanced at Mr. Weasel shyly, lowered his head and said awkwardly: "You... don't say that, you just read the script first, and the mob doesn't know his own Will the design satisfy Mr. Peacock?"

After finishing speaking, he sat on a small bench beside him, put the script on his knees, and put the mouse's legs together.

Carefully stroking the smooth surface of the book cover with his paws, Mr. Squirrel took a deep breath and gently opened the script.

"Rome and Julie", author: Mr. Elk.

The script mainly tells the story of two goblins who are at odds with each other. They fell in love at first sight at a party. In the end, they paid the price of their lives for the pursuit of love, and finally got the reconciliation of the two families.

Mr. Squirrel cried while reading, and dropped the golden beans patter, soaking the title page of the book.

"I... fly over the garden wall on the light wings of love, because... because love cannot be blocked by brick and stone."

The play ends.

After reading the last monologue, Mr. Squirrel sniffled, closed the script, and then put his head on the shoulder of Mr. Weasel, crying for a moment.

When he was reading the script just now, Mr. Weasel had no expression on his face. He just felt that the plot was so bloody that he couldn't explain it in words. But now, the sudden approach of the little squirrel made him so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot.

"Hey, the love between Romy and...and Julie is really regrettable, Mr. Huang...Mr. Huang Lang, are you also very sad?"

Hearing this, the corners of Mr. Weasel's upturned mouth drooped quickly, and he raised his paw to touch the non-existent tears in the corner of his eyes hypocritically, pretending to be sad with a hoarse voice: "Yes, Pretty sad."

However, the other paw was dishonest. It first patted the mob's back pretendingly, then moved down a little bit, and finally rested on Mr. Squirrel's slender waist.

Mr. Weasel moaned and chirped, sounding heartbroken, but his tail wagged like a spinning top.

God!There is such a good thing!

When he has time, he must go to Mr. Sheep's small bookstore to search for a few sadistic novels, such as "The Fairy Who Runs the Kite" and "Letter from a Strange Female Fairy", and then sneakily stuff them into the little squirrel's bookshelf.

When the time comes, the little squirrel, who has been abused to the point of suspecting the rat's birth and crying, will come to climb the bed at night and want to be hugged?You have to be coaxed to sleep!

After sobbing for a long time, the little squirrel suddenly ran to the door of the tea room and asked the alpaca butler for a notebook and a small pencil.

With inspiration, he lay down on the carpet and began to paint and paint.

The big, fluffy tail was cocked on top of the chubby little butt, and it brushed the heel of the leg from time to time. Mr. Weasel stared straight at his eyes, scratching his ears and cheeks itchingly, wishing not to grab his paws.

After drawing a sketch, the little squirrel bit the tip of the pencil and looked around, frowning, dissatisfied.

He tore off this page of drawing paper with his claws, crumpled it into a ball, and then threw it aside to start a new creation.

This time he had a burst of inspiration, and his thoughts were flowing, and he quickly drew up a new sketch.

At this time, Mr. Peacock, who had put on makeup, came out of the dressing room.

He took off his silk nightgown and put on a small suit of a flannel color, very close to the color of the tail feathers.

The tightened waist will set off the good figure at a glance.

An expensive silk scarf was tied around his slender neck, a small peacock brooch made of sapphire was pinned to his chest, shiny leather boots were under his feet, and a blooming pink and white rose was in his mouth.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the little squirrel, then raised his chin proudly, with a beautiful spinning dance step, passed the little squirrel shoulder to shoulder, and fell gracefully on the luxurious chaise longue.

Erlang raised her legs sexyly, turned her face slightly, but her eyes were glued to the little squirrel's body, her eyes seemed noble but with a little expectation, as if saying: "Oh, ordinary fairy, don't begrudge your compliments , hit it all on me."

Seeing that the little squirrel was indifferent, Mr. Peacock became a little anxious. He changed his direction and continued to raise his legs, his eyes still glued to Mr. Squirrel.

Could it be that his outfit today is not dazzling enough?It shouldn't be, this suit was worn by him at the award ceremony, and it was also on the cover of a fashion magazine.

What the hell is this stupid little squirrel thinking?Why don't you praise me quickly?

Could it be that he was so stunned that he didn't know how to organize his words?Well!It's not incomprehensible!

After all, he is a veritable beast fan in the Fairy Forest!