Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

After temporarily storing the cloth with Miss Tarantula, the two goblins decided to go to Mr. Rhino, the blacksmith, to buy a tricycle.

Mr. Rhino's workshop is very large, with a red-hot iron frame on the iron stove. He is wearing a linen blouse, showing his strong arms, and is swinging a hammer, making the sound of ping-pong-pong.

Mr. Squirrel stood at the door, feeling the bluestone floor vibrate under his paws.

"Mr. Rhino, you... hello, may I ask, do you sell a tricycle that can be driven by goblins?"

He plucked up the courage to talk to Mr. Rhinoceros, but he didn't get a response for a long time. There was still a deafening sound of iron striking in his ears. Mr. Squirrel's polite inquiry was completely buried, and it never reached Mr. Rhinoceros' ears.

Mr. Weasel at the side looked left and right, his eyes suddenly lit up, he climbed up to the desk along the legs of the table, and rang the doorbell by the wall.

"Ding dong, ding dong!"

Hearing this sound, Mr. Rhino finally stopped what he was doing. He picked up a wet towel beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned and walked towards the door.

Mr. Squirrel, on the other hand, looked up at the small doorbell dangling left and right on the ceiling, and became dazed.

He thought, when he went to the beach in a few days, he would also pick up some beautifully colored small shells, and string them together with sugar-coated paper cranes to make wind chimes and hang them on his beloved little tree house.

"Who wants to buy a tricycle?" Mr. Rhino leaned over the chopping board, glanced at Mr. Weasel, and then turned his gaze to the little squirrel. The rich voice woke Mr. Squirrel from his daze.

"Mr. Rhinoceros, yes... we are going to buy a tricycle together." Mr. Squirrel replied cautiously.

Hearing this, Mr. Rhino nodded, turned back to the small workshop, opened the curtain and entered the warehouse.

After a while, he came out again with two tricycles of different colors and styles under his arms.

One is red, the style is very ordinary, and the small body is followed by a big basket, which can carry a lot of things at a glance.

The other one is green.

The front of the car is shaped like a frog and painted with bright colors. The mouth of the frog can be opened, which is a hidden storage basket.A small tent for sunshade was erected above the car seat, and the wheels and small pedals were hidden in Guatai's body, which looked silly and cute, and shot the little squirrel in the heart with a whiff.

"There are only these two types in stock. The red one costs 200p and the green one costs 500p. Which one do you want?"

As soon as Mr. Rhino finished asking, Mr. Weasel turned to the little squirrel for advice.

If you pay yourself, Mr. Squirrel must save enough pennies to buy that green frog croak!

But... it was Mr. Huang Lang who paid the money. He couldn't be too willful and let Mr. Huang Lang waste money.

"Just buy the red one, it's cheap and practical."

Mr. Squirrel tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and pulled out a bright smile, but he didn't know that the big fluffy tail behind him had already fallen listlessly to the ground.

"Okay, I understand!" Mr. Weasel nodded, turned around and bought that frog croak from Mr. Rhinoceros for 500 pence!

One claw to pay, one claw to deliver.

Because it was in stock, Mr. Rhino also gave an extra small soup pot, which was being held upside down by Mr. Weasel at the moment.

The business was completed, Mr. Weasel put one arm on the frog's buttocks, stretched out his paw leisurely, and shook hands with Mr. Rhinoceros in a friendly way.

The little squirrel was dumbfounded!

He stamped his paws anxiously, and winked at Mr. Weasel, thinking that Mr. Weasel had heard wrong!

It's a red car, not a green car!

It was the first time that the little boyfriend flirted with him in public, and Mr. Weasel was flattered.

He handsomely turned the handle of the small soup pot on his head to the back of his head, curled up one corner of his mouth, cool like a god of war with a crooked mouth, smacked, and blew a kiss to the little squirrel.

A series of coquettish operations stunned the little squirrel.

Oh ~ sun mouse Apollo!

This big fool!Do you understand what he means?

Mr. Squirrel had no choice but to run two quick steps forward. He gave Mr. Rhinoceros a sorry look, then pulled Mr. Weasel over and dragged him into the corner.

"Mr. Huang Lang, you bought the wrong one. What the mob just said was a red tricycle, not a green one."

For nothing, Mr. Weasel spent 300 pence more, and the little squirrel was very sorry.

"That's right, the mob said to buy the red one, but the mob prefers the green one, so he should buy the green one." After speaking, Mr. Weasel rested his chin on one paw and pondered for a moment, feeling more and more that his logic was correct!

However, Mr. Squirrel blushed when he heard this.

Too foul!How can it be like this?

How can the little squirrel repay such a good Mr. Weasel?

He raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Mr. Weasel, the mob's heart was beating nervously.

He plucked up his courage, and while Mr. Weasel was not paying attention, he tiptoed his paws, and put a little squirrel sticker on Mr. Weasel's profile!

After the kiss, before Mr. Weasel could react, the mob ran away without a trace!

The mouse's face was already on fire, and he didn't even dare to watch Mr. Weasel's reaction.

He jumped into the rear basket of Mrs. Frog Quack's tricycle, covered his little furry ears with his paws, faced the corner of the car, buried his head deeply in his chest, and pretended to be a quail.

On the other side, Mr. Weasel is already laughing silly!

On the spot, he did a 360-degree Thomas gyration followed by a 720-degree turn, and finally landed with a backflip!

What a good day it is today, he wants to record it, and this time of the year will be the anniversary of his and the little squirrel's sticking together!

I won't wash my face tomorrow, and I won't wash my face this week!

Mr. Weasel covered his face with one paw, and looked like a toothache from a distance, but he smiled idiotically, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Humming his hooligan whistle happily, he galloped towards the frog croaking, circled the tricycle around and around, and finally landed on the seat of the car with his paws on the small pedals, and drove his little boyfriend towards the wolf. Go to Miss Spider's workshop.