Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

It's not the first time he's been to Houcheng District, the mob walked through the street familiarly, and through the secret door, his eyes suddenly opened up.

The two goblins walked along the corner and came to Miss Tarantula's cloth workshop all the way.

"Miss Tarantula, the mobs are here to buy cloth again."

Shouting into the workshop, Mr. Squirrel obediently waited outside the door. After a while, Miss Tarantula wearing eight boots came out to entertain the guests.

"It's you, little monster, long time no see, what do you want this time?" Miss Tarantula was still so enthusiastic.

Mr. Squirrel smiled shyly, and replied seriously: "The little monster was decorating the small tree house some time ago, Miss Tarantula can visit the little monster's new home when she has time." Immediately afterwards, the little squirrel's tone became a little proud , he excitedly shared with Ms. Tarantula the big order he had just received: "This time, the little monster has accepted the task of making clothes for the Yanni Opera House, and needs a lot of good-quality and beautiful cotton cloth."

"Wow, little monster, you are so amazing. Many goblins can't get the order from the Yanni Opera House." Miss Tarantula was really happy for the little squirrel.

"Thank you, Ms. Tarantula, can you show the mob the recently woven cloth?"

"Of course, come in quickly." Saying that, Ms. Tarantula introduced the two goblins into the workshop.

The mob's occupation is a small tailor, so he is very familiar with the material of the cloth, and he can know the quality of the cloth by touching the cloth with his claws.

Considering Mr. Peacock's pursuit of quality of life, Mr. Squirrel chose the cotton cloth with the best color and smoothest material to make new clothes.

He was immersed in the joy of choosing the cloth, and exchanged words with Miss Tarantula from time to time. It was not until all the cloth was selected that the little squirrel suddenly realized a problem.

That is, his withered little purse was not at all sufficient to pay the pennies for the cloth.

His paws reached into the cloth pocket in front of the small sweater, and he took out the little yellow duck purse.

Mr. Squirrel's small purse is handmade by himself. It is made of yellow wool into the shape of a little yellow duck, with black beads for eyes and orange wool for its mouth. Finally, it is sewn with a zipper and a hidden button. It is very beautiful. Beautiful, but the small purse is not plump at all.

The poor little yellow duck is thin and flimsy, and it can tremble three times when it is blown by the wind.

Mr. Squirrel was extremely embarrassed. He took a peek at Ms. Tarantula, quickly turned his back, opened the hidden button with trembling claws, and unzipped the zipper. After glancing inward, his little face suddenly collapsed.

one!two!three...

This penny can only buy some leftovers from Miss Tarantula!

Clenching his paw sadly, the mob was about to cry.

The cloth has been selected, but he can't pay for it, what can the little fairy do?

Mr. Peacock's order must be completed. Now that things are up, I can only beg Miss Tarantula to see if she can tolerate the little squirrel's credit.

oh!God!What a cheeky mouse he is!

Mr. Squirrel turned around reluctantly, lowered his head, and tightly pinched the hem of the small sweater with his claws. He tried for a long time to open his mouth, but he couldn't say a word in embarrassment. My eye sockets are suffocating red!

Whoooo!Mobs can't do it, mobs don't be cheeky rats!

Mr. Squirrel gave up, and planned to go back to Rose Manor to apologize to Mr. Peacock, saying that he could not take this order, and Little Squirrel had no start-up funds in his hands.

The list that was finally won, just flew away. Mr. Squirrel raised his paw and touched the corners of his eyes, feeling that he was the most useless elf in the elf forest.

He was so sorry for Miss Tarantula, he didn't even buy half a piece of cloth after picking and choosing for a long time, but Miss Tarantula entertained him so warmly.

"Miss Tarantula, that...that...."

After hesitating for a long time, Mr. Squirrel finally plucked up the courage. He clenched his paws and planned to confess to Miss Tarantula.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw Mr. Weasel not far away, carrying large and small bundles of cloth, walking towards him with difficulty, bent over, arched his back, his legs were trembling, and he was crushed. His paws slipped and he almost split.

Mr. Squirrel instantly forgot what he was going to say, and burst out laughing.

He quickly ran forward to help, and asked by the way: "Mr. Huang Lang, did you pay the pence for the cloth for the mob?"

"There is no distinction between me and the mobs...not between you and me." Even though he couldn't lift his neck under pressure, Mr. Weasel still took the opportunity to draw closer.

However, the little squirrel was rather stubborn on this point. He shook his head lightly, and said seriously: "Although Mr. Huang Lang said so, the little monster will still return the penny after completing Mr. Peacock's order and getting paid." Mr. Huang Lang's, and the renovation fee of the small tree house before, will be settled together with Mr. Huang Lang."

Although the little squirrel has a soft personality, he also has his own little stubbornness. Mr. Weasel did not dwell on this issue, but changed the subject and said: "Little monster, I bought too much cloth this time, and the bicycle can't be brought back at all. Let's Buy a tricycle, and if you encounter this kind of situation in the future, you can ride a tricycle to the small town of Varta to buy it."

However, when Mr. Squirrel heard this, he frowned in embarrassment. After he glanced at Mr. Weasel, he lowered his head and said embarrassingly: "But...but the little monster has no pennies on him anymore."

"It's okay, I'll buy it."

Knowing what the little squirrel is going to say, I will return it to you. Before the little monster can speak, Mr. Weasel preemptively said: "Now I eat and live with the little monster. Hearing that, you must think I’m a weasel who only eats soft food!”

He lowered his eyebrows and drooped his eyes, heaved a long sigh, and looked like he had a headache.

"Then... well, the pennies for buying the tricycle this time will be paid by Mr. Huang Lang, a goblin."

The mob wants to be a considerate little squirrel, and he can't let other fairies misunderstand Mr. Huang Lang!

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I'm busy today, let's keep it short~