Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

The herbal tea made by the little squirrel was stored in a large glass jar in the kitchen. Mr. Weasel held a small cup, unscrewed the cork valve with his claws, and took three full cups.

When he returned to the living room, he found that Mr. Field Mouse had been invited by the mobs to rest on the sofa. He was hugging a pinecone pillow and talking softly to the little squirrel with his head curled up. Obviously, he was a little scared!

"Little monster, that wicked weasel, why did it appear in your little tree house?"

Hearing this, two suspicious red clouds appeared on Mr. Squirrel's mouse face. He squeezed his paws and replied embarrassingly: "Because... because the little monster accepted Mr. Weasel's confession, and now he is living with Mr. Weasel." !"

"What? Living together?"

The field mouse was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the small sofa!

He opened his mouth, just about to say something, but at this moment, Mr. Weasel came forward with a cup.

He squeezed his face in front of Brother Field Mouse, grinned and said in a nasty voice: "What are you bluffing, what should I do if you scare our mobs? Hurry up and drink your tea!" The paws of the shop are not angry, and the service attitude can be said to be quite bad!

The words that Brother Field Mouse wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He moved his buttocks and moved away from Mr. Weasel in a swipe. He shrank his head and only dared to sit on the corner of the small sofa.

Seeing this scene, the little squirrel straightened its tail angrily, and said aloud: "Mr. Huang Lang, if you bully brother field mouse like this again, the little monster will get angry!"

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel wilted instantly. He lost the appearance of showing his teeth and claws just now, and stood aside dejectedly with his tail drooping.

Hey~ I'm fierce again!

Am I not your favorite weasel?

Mr. Weasel sighed and blamed himself, covered his face with his paws, and was so sad that he couldn't love him.

The little squirrel panicked, rubbed his paws with self-blame, and began to reflect on whether he was too fierce to Mr. Weasel just now?

"Mr. Huang Lang, I'm sorry, the mob didn't... didn't mean to hurt you, but you are too mean to Brother Field Mouse, it's impolite."

Mr. Squirrel walked up to Mr. Weasel, patted Mr. Weasel on the back soothingly with his paw, and apologized earnestly.

Mr. Weasel's scheme succeeded, he jumped into the little squirrel's arms, bowed his head to beg for comfort, not to mention taking advantage of it, he was still in the sight of the little squirrel, and provoked the big brother field mouse Opening the corner of his mouth, he looked proud that he had won the battle and won the favor.

What are you looking at?Stupid?

mock up!Fight with me!

Please call me Niu Hulu, a scheming bitch, a weasel!

The field mouse was stunned for a while, thinking that this weasel is not only evil, but also a showman!

The poor little monster was eaten to death, and he couldn't escape his claws at all.

Mr. Weasel felt relieved, and he didn't fight against Brother Field Mouse anymore. The three goblins sat on the small sofa dutifully, chatting while eating the fried melon seeds prepared by the little squirrel.

"Brother Field Mouse, why didn't Sister Cobra come over to play with you?" The little squirrel asked suspiciously while eating the peeled melon seeds from Mr. Weasel's paws, puffing up his cheeks.

"Oh, you're talking about Xiuxiu! She's gone to work!" Brother Field Mouse replied calmly.

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel rolled his eyes as he choked on the melon seeds he ate!

What?Xiuxiu?

That cobra with a tail that can pull iron and is five big and three thick, actually got such a name from Xiaojiabiyu?

"Ahem, may I ask, what's your name?" Mr. Weasel asked, staring at Brother Field Mouse.

"Huh? Didn't the mob mention me to you? My name is Da Zhuang!"

puff!Mr. Weasel almost spit out the vanilla tea he drank!

He sized up Brother Field Mouse from head to toe. This refined and fragile appearance really couldn't be connected with the word Da Zhuang.

"Brother Field Mouse, you should find a job too. How boring it is to stay at home every day!" The little squirrel suggested kindly.

Hearing this, Mr. Field Mouse sighed leisurely, put down the vanilla tea in his paw, and said earnestly: "Little monster, you are still young, so you don't understand!"

Sure enough, I am too young to know how delicious Ruanfan is!

He didn't want to work, he was too lazy to move, he wanted to lie flat, he just wanted to be a salted fish.

The daughter-in-law is very powerful, and she can earn a lot of pennies every day when she goes out to work, she can fully afford to raise a squirrel!

Read books, write and write every day, and when my daughter-in-law comes home, I will squeeze my daughter-in-law's arms and legs, okay!His daughter-in-law has no arms and legs, but she has a strong tail, and the massage tail is the same.

Brother Field Mouse enjoys this kind of life very much, not to mention how nourishing the little life is!

I played in Mr. Squirrel's small tree house all afternoon. As the evening approached, Brother Field Mouse had to go home. My wife was about to get off work. I would be anxious if I didn't see him when I got home.

Mr. Squirrel bid farewell to Brother Field Mouse, and even packed a small can of fried sunflower seeds for him to take back for Sister Cobra to taste. He is really a hospitable little squirrel.

In the days that followed, no goblins came to visit again.

Mr. Squirrel devoted all his energy to making new clothes, and Mr. Weasel also left early and returned late. He went to the town of Valta to help Miss Koala build a new apartment during the day, and returned to the small tree house at night.

Days passed, and the dresses for Mr. Peacock's theatrical performances were finally produced.

Mr. Squirrel excitedly hung the sample clothes on the little squirrel model, and then wrote a letter to Mr. Peacock who lived in Rose Manor.

He bit the tip of the pencil tangled, weighed the words over and over again, and began to write after finalizing the draft in his heart.

Dear Mr. Price:

The dress you entrusted the mob to make already has a sample, and the pearl and agate decorated on the dress, the mob still needs some advice from you. If your time is convenient, please come to the small tree house in the countryside of Valta, mob The most delicious desserts will be served to you.

Sincerely, devout mobs

After finishing writing, he folded the letter paper neatly and stuffed it into a small envelope. Mr. Squirrel took out his own wax from the small drawer, and stamped a little squirrel's exclusive seal on the envelope.

Then, holding the letter, he came to the red mailbox at the door of the small tree house, tiptoed and delivered the envelope in.

Tomorrow morning, Mr. Grasshopper will come to pick up the letter. I hope that Mr. Peacock, who receives this letter, will come to his little tree house as a guest sooner.