Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

He loaded all the purchased cloth onto the tricycle and thanked Ms. Tarantula.

Mr. Weasel came to the Fairy Guild on a tricycle with Mrs. Frog, and tied his bicycle parked at the gate of the guild to Mrs. Frog's ass.

Then the two goblins left the small town of Varta and drove towards the small tree house unsteadily.

I was busy with too many things during the day, it was already dark on the way home, the frog croaked too bumpy, and the night road in the Fairy Forest was not easy.

Mr. Weasel felt around the handle of the car, found a small button, and pressed it fiercely, and the eyes of the frog Quacka shot two warm yellow lights, illuminating the way home.

Mr. Squirrel really liked this tricycle. After returning home, he folded his hands and raised his face to beg Weasel to build a small shed for Mrs. Frog Quack. Naturally, Mr. Weasel agreed.

The two goblins worked together to move all the bought cloth to the workshop on the second floor. They were exhausted and out of breath. When they dragged their exhausted bodies back to the small living room on the first floor, they fell down on the sofa.

After a short rest, Mr. Squirrel got up and went to the small kitchen again. He found the dried sweet potatoes stored in the cabinet, then lay back on the sofa, and shared supper with Mr. Weasel.

Accompanied by a warm night light, two goblins, one for you and one for me, quickly ate up a whole can of dried sweet potatoes.

Although he was very tired, he was surprisingly not sleepy. Mr. Squirrel thought about it, went to the cloakroom and changed into a set of yellow and white striped pajamas, and put a nightcap on his head. Inside the small hanging basket chair in the living room.

He covered himself with a small blanket, turned on the star night light wrapped around the hanging basket chair, swayed his little feet, and planned to use wool to weave a seat cushion for the frog Gutta's car seat.

My God, what a clever little fairy squirrel.

Mr. Weasel, a goblin, took up the entire sofa. He was lying on his side in a dawdly manner, with his paws resting on his head, and one leg propped up, staring at the little squirrel eagerly, frankly and blatantly.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he jumped up from the sofa, and then ran up to the second floor.

When I came to my studio, the whole goblin was lying on the ground, and took out a long wooden box from under the desk. Mr. Weasel came to him and blew off the thin layer of ash that fell on the surface. Opened the long wooden chest.

Inside was a shiny new ukulele.

Holding the ukulele in his arms, Mr. Weasel pricked up his ears, and gently plucked the strings with his paws to adjust the tone.

When he was in Fairy University, he was not only engaged in street art, but also a crazy guitarist in a heavy metal band.

Back then, he was wearing a hip-hop suit, with green dreadlocks, studs on his ears, and smoky makeup on his face. He roared wildly in the disco, and let out as much as he could, which made many female fairies go crazy for him. Crazy, bang bang bang bang against the big wall for him...

oh!Youth~

But now, he just wants to hug the dream love mouse downstairs, watch the sea together, watch the sunrise together, and warm the bed together.

Mr. Weasel went downstairs with the ukulele in his arms. He slid and knelt, leaned against the little squirrel's hanging basket, put his paws on the strings, raised his neck, and sang to Mr. Squirrel with an intoxicated expression. Played a love song.

"It's hard to forget the first time I saw you, a pair of charming eyes, in my mind, your figure will never go away."

"Holding your paw and feeling your tenderness is really breathless. I want to cherish your innocence. Seeing you being wronged makes me sad."

"I'm just afraid that I will fall in love with you myself. I dare not let myself get too close. I am afraid that I have nothing to give you. Loving you also requires a lot of courage."

"I'm afraid that I will fall in love with you myself, and maybe one day I can't help it. Missing it will only make me suffer. Falling in love with you is my last resort."

Mr. Weasel's singing is gentle and affectionate, and Mr. Crickets passing by couldn't help but join in the ensemble. There is also Mr. Lizard, who also lives in the countryside of Valta and loves music. He got out of the tree hole and clung to the tree trunk. Distantly blew the harmonica.

In front of the small tree house, there are countless fireflies dancing to the singing.

Mr. Squirrel retracted his paws shyly. He put down the half-knitted ball of yarn and embraced his big fluffy tail in his arms.

He secretly glanced at Mr. Weasel, then quickly lowered his head, the entire mouse was dyed peach pink even the tip of its tail.

Mr. Huang Lang, why... why is it like this again?Such a bold courtship made the little squirrel almost overwhelmed!

The longer you spend with Mr. Weasel, the more surprises you get.Can build houses, draw pictures, sing... what else?What a versatile weasel.

Covering his eyes with his paws, he peeked furtively at Mr. Weasel through his fingers.

In the eyes of the little squirrel, Mr. Weasel's whole body is glowing, and the attracted little squirrel can't move his eyes.

Is this the elf who wants to spend the rest of his life with the mobs in the elf forest?How lucky he is!

After singing the song, Mr. Weasel put down the ukulele, and tentatively put his paws on the hanging basket chair. Seeing that the little squirrel did not reject it, he bravely climbed up.

At the beginning, he was still sitting next to the little squirrel, but gradually, he was sitting next to the little squirrel, and in the end he got even bigger, spread his legs apart, and hugged Mr. Squirrel into his arms fiercely.

Mr. Squirrel was frightened and screamed. The ball of wool in his paw fell to the ground with a clatter, and Gu Lulu rolled away.

Mr. Weasel was also very nervous, with a heart stuck in his throat, but he just couldn't bear to let go of his claws.

The fluffy little squirrel was so comfortable to hold, he couldn't help rubbing his chin against the mob's ear, sighed, and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

He was ready to be beaten, but the little squirrel didn't resist. Mr. Weasel was overjoyed, and his behavior became more and more excessive. This rubbing and grinding made Mr. Squirrel's nightcap crooked.

The mob blushed and chose to indulge.

He picked up the knitting needle and continued knitting the seat cushion of the frog, and only poked Mr. Weasel on the thigh with the knitting needle to warn him when he went too far.

Then Mr. Weasel will be honest and do his duty for a while, but he will not die, and after a while he will be ready to move again, it is like frantically testing the edge of the little squirrel's tolerance...

Under the warm night light, Mr. Weasel hugged his little squirrel contentedly, while Mr. Squirrel was knitting a ball of wool seriously...

Gradually, as the night darkened, Mr. Squirrel's eyelids became heavier and heavier. He dropped his paws weakly, and slowly fell down, leaning against Mr. Weasel's arms and fell asleep.