Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Hearing the sound of even breathing in his arms, Mr. Weasel also fell asleep.

He gently turned off the night light next to him with his claws, tiptoedly collapsed the hanging basket chair with Mr. Squirrel in his arms, and walked towards the bedroom.

When he woke up the next morning, Mr. Squirrel found that he did not sleep in the familiar attic.

The morning breeze in the forest, wrapped in dew, blows in from the small window, making the beautiful white curtains beside the bed flutter, which is very romantic.

And the sun was shining on me, it was warm.

Mr. Squirrel stretched his waist, glanced down, and found that Mr. Weasel's arm was lying across his white belly.

ah!He quickly turned his face to the side, and it turned out that the other arm of Mr. Weasel was resting under his head!

He...he actually slept with Mr. Weasel last night! ?

The mob flusteredly touched his body with his paws, the pajamas he was still wearing were upright, which made him heave a long sigh of relief.

Before Mr. Weasel woke up, Mr. Squirrel boldly looked at the fairy sleeping next to him with straight eyes.

There is a faint scar on the eyebrows and eyes, if you don't look carefully, you will ignore it. The hair on the top of the head has grown a little longer, and it hangs down to cover the eyes.

From this point of view, Mr. Weasel is really handsome, the kind of handsome that the mother goblin likes very much.

Mr. Squirrel frowned suspiciously. Mr. Weasel, who is good-looking and capable, why would he like such an ordinary little squirrel like him?

The mob was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when Mr. Weasel opened his eyes.

My God, this little squirrel was in a daze early in the morning?

Naturally, Mr. Weasel would not miss such a good opportunity. He quickly raised his body on his elbows, bent his head, gave a mouthful, and kissed the little squirrel on the forehead, then raised his face and smiled flamboyantly.

"Morning, little monster!"

"Morning...morning, Mr. Huang Lang."

The little squirrel was stunned by the kiss, and didn't react for a while, and replied politely. When he came back to his senses, Mr. Weasel had already rushed out of bed and got into the bathroom. He was facing the mirror while using a small The toothbrush cleaned the teeth while humming a little song happily.

Today is another lucky day, yes!

Because there is only less than a month to complete Mr. Peacock's clothing task, Mr. Squirrel got into the studio after getting up. He spread the cloth bought from Miss Tarantula on the table, took a small crayon and began to paint. Paint and paint.

On the other side, Mr. Weasel built a small carport for the frog Quacka with stakes and leaves at the door of the small tree house.

He also accepted a construction task in the Fairy Guild yesterday, to build a new apartment for Miss Koala who lives in the small town of Valta. I am afraid that he will leave early and return late in two days. Build up your relationship with the little squirrel.

The two goblins have been busy all morning.

Near noon, Mr. Squirrel ran into the kitchen and was busy in front of the stove, carefully preparing flame pancakes and cauliflower soup.

After eating and drinking, the two goblins lay back on the sofa and enjoyed a pleasant noon.

Mr. Squirrel is holding a knitting needle in his paw, Mr. Weasel is holding an engineering book, Mr. Cicada outside the small tree house is tirelessly singing an ensemble, and Miss Phoenix-tailed Butterfly is waving her gorgeous wings, standing in front of the little squirrel's meticulous care. in the garden.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

dong dong dong!dong dong dong!

Mr. Weasel put down the book, slid off the sofa, put on the clogs, and walked lazily towards the door. He opened the door and saw that the fairy standing at the door was quite familiar to him!

It is the big brother field mouse who lives in the rapeseed field!

Brother Field Mouse still wears a pair of thick glasses, because last time he was punched by Mr. Weasel, the glasses broke a leg, and now they are re-wound and tied with a rope, and they can barely be used.

Today, he is wearing a white shirt and a small tie, with a box of snacks in his paws, and he is visiting Mr. Squirrel's small tree house.

"Little monster, long time no see, I... squeak?"

When he raised his eyes, what he saw was that wicked weasel?Brother Field Mouse's paws went numb from fright, and the snack box fell to the ground with a thud.

He thought he was dazzled, so he touched the glasses on his nose with his claws, and turned around the next moment and wanted to run.

"Eh? They're here! What are you running for?"

Mr. Weasel's eyes were sharp and his claws were quick. He grabbed Brother Field Mouse by the back collar, and with the other paw, he covered Brother Field Mouse's mouth where he wanted to yell, and pulled Mr. Field Mouse into the small tree house. .

"Uh...uh, help, help! Hurry up... hurry up, goblin, I'm going to kill the rat!"

The field mouse seemed to cry in fright, his wife was not around, how could his thin arms and legs be the match of the weasel?I'm afraid there are no bones left to be gnawed!

Huh, he still owes his wife a honeymoon, the well-cultivated rapeseed field has not yet had a good harvest, and he has only read half of the "The Adventures of Rat Jerry"...

"Okay, don't cry, you cry so badly." Mr. Weasel grinned, let go of Brother Field Mouse in disgust, and stretched out a paw to pick his ear.

As soon as he was able to move freely, Brother Field Mouse swished and hid behind Mr. Squirrel. He shivered, poked his head out to take a peek at Mr. Weasel, and then wailed louder: "Little monster, let's run quickly!" Now, run to the town of Valta to find Hyena Detective, catch this weasel, and let him sit in prison."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel hugged his chest and sneered. He grinned mischievously, showing a mouthful of white teeth, then flashed his sharp nails, and approached Brother Field Mouse step by step, threateningly: "Don't dare to talk nonsense again!" Ba Dao, believe it or not, I'll poke a few holes in your body."

The field mouse was so frightened that his legs trembled like fallen leaves in the wind, and he hid behind the little squirrel with a squeak, not even daring to show his head.

Mr. Weasel was very proud, with his paws on his hips, feeling that he was so awesome, and just about to laugh out loud, he was hit on the head with a fist made of claws by Mr. Squirrel, who was furious.

The tail and ears drooped instantly. Mr. Weasel covered his forehead with his paws, and looked at the little squirrel with aggrieved eyes.

"Don't scare Brother Field Mouse, you wicked weasel, Brother Field Mouse is a guest of Little Squirrel, please treat him well, hurry up and get some cups of herbal tea in the small kitchen."

The little Mr. Squirrel reprimanded the big Mr. Weasel severely. He widened his eyes angrily, stretched out a paw, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Oh~ I was murdered!

All right!He is no longer the exclusive weasel in the Fairy Forest, he has a small wife, and he will be restrained!What a sweet trouble!

Mr. Weasel sighed, he could only slump his shoulders, and with his tail between his legs, he walked into the kitchen in desperation!