Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Although Mr. Peacock eats elegantly, he never stops eating.

The small desserts on the table decreased little by little, and finally there were only bare small plates and cups left.

Mr. Squirrel is shocked!

It's hard to believe that with Mr. Peacock's slender figure, how can there be so many things in his stomach! ?

Mr. Peacock was satisfied with his meal. He picked up the small paper towel beside the table and wiped the corners of his mouth in a gentlemanly manner. He was in a great mood!

"Little monster, didn't you say in your letter that samples have been made? I think it's time to try them on!"

"Okay, Mr. Price, the dress is on the second floor, please come with me." Mr. Squirrel put down the honey burning jelly in his paw, stood up from the small sofa, and led Mr. Peacock towards the second floor. Walk to the workshop.

The small sample clothes that were rushed out were all ironed and hung on the little squirrel model. The mob didn't cut corners at all, and the clothes he made were exactly the same as the sketches, and even more stylish!

Mr. Peacock couldn't wait any longer. He picked up the small clothes and entered the fitting room separated by a curtain.

After three times, five and two, he took off the clothes on his body, but when trying on the new dress, Mr. Peacock encountered a little difficulty.

"Little... little monster, can you come in for a while? Help me unzip my clothes." Mr. Peacock asked embarrassingly as a head poked out from the curtain.

"Okay, Mr. Price." The mob quickly agreed, and just as he took a step with his paws, Mr. Big Goose, who appeared at the door at some time, blocked his way first, and then dodged around. Into the fitting room.

After a while of whispering, Mr. Peacock opened the curtain and came out.

For some reason, his cheeks seemed to be red, and his eyes were a little dodgy. He turned his head slightly, covered half of his face with a wing, and asked the little squirrel stumbled, "Little monster, you... what do you think I wear?" Sample?"

"It fits so well, Mr. Price, you are really the most beautiful elf in the elf forest." Mr. Squirrel clasped his palms together and praised sincerely.

The dress for the performance seemed to grow out of Mr. Peacock, without any deviation. The tightened waistline, open neckline, low-key and careful design made Mr. Peacock's good figure more eye-catching.

Hearing the little squirrel's praise, Mr. Peacock raised his chin proudly, and squinted at Mr. Big Goose.

Seeing that Mr. Big Goose was staring at him directly, Mr. Peacock couldn't hide the complacency in his eyes!

Hmph, bumpkin, today is another day of being conquered by my young master's beauty!

"Little monster, I'm very satisfied with the sample clothes you rushed to make. Today I brought some pearls and agates you need, and you will work hard to sew them onto the dress in a while!"

The little squirrel was very happy to be recognized by Mr. Peacock. He agreed and asked Mr. Peacock to go back to the small living room to continue tasting desserts. He stayed in the workshop as a fairy and began to thread needles and threads, putting small pearls and agates into pieces. Sew to the cuffs and neckline of the gown.

On the other side, there are no other goblins around, and Mr. Peacock has completely let himself go.

He put his long legs on the body of Mr. Big Goose, nestled lazily on the sofa, took a bite of a small pudding, and sipped it with joy!

"Bump, I've made up my mind. When I get back, I'll ask craftsmen to build a holiday manor around the mobs. I'm going to move here to live."

Mr. Big Goose was still so reticent, he nodded slowly to show that he heard it!

Mr. Peacock frowned, dissatisfied with Mr. Goose's attitude.

He lightly kicked Mr. Big Goose with his paw, and said with a stiff neck, "I'm talking to you, did you hear me? Every day, why are you pretending to be honest? In the fitting room just now, why are you being dishonest again? "

Mr. Big Goose still didn't speak, but turned his face away and took a deep look at Mr. Peacock.

She was already fierce, and with that ferocious scar on her beak, if she were any other elf, she would be too scared to make a sound.

But Mr. Peacock was not afraid of him, and kicked Mr. Big Goose angrily. He widened his peach blossom eyes and stretched his wings to find a place for himself: "What kind of wolf with a big tail are you? Do you believe it... believe it or not, I broke up with you?"

When Mr. Peacock lost his temper, he would only threaten to break up!

If you coax him, his tail can go up to the sky, but if you don't care about him, he will make you angry in minutes!

Once, because the small town of Varta was about to hold a large-scale election event, Mr. Goose, who was 'broken up', was too busy to go to Mr. Peacock in time.

Thinking that Mr. Big Goose really doesn't love him anymore, he tacitly wants to break up with him.

Mr. Peacock pushed the drama performance, but also did not go to the dance performance. He wore a small blanket and got into the cabinet, howling in the dark, and he didn't listen to anyone's advice.

At the end of crying, his eyes were swollen and his voice was hoarse. Mr. Big Goose rushed over and forcibly carried him out of the cabinet.

Mr. Peacock, who has always been arrogant, was finally soft and cute for a while. He hugged Mr. Goose's neck tightly with his wings, crying and saying that he would not break up, and he would not break up in the future.

Mr. Big Goose believed his evil, but he dared to do it next time!

Simply put, it's a little beast!

In desperation, Mr. Big Goose could only squeeze out the word "good" from his throat. It's not that he doesn't like talking to fairies, it's just that he doesn't talk much since he was a child.

Now Mr. Peacock was relieved, snorted triumphantly, and continued to sip the pudding.

Sitting around until the evening, the mob finally finished all the garments.

He packed it in a small paper bag and tied a beautiful bow with a ribbon before handing it over to Mr. Peacock.

"Sorry, Mr. Price, for keeping you waiting. The dresses are all ready. Thank you very much for giving the little monster this opportunity." After finishing speaking, the lower squirrel bowed deeply.

Mr. Peacock took the clothes, and settled the cost of the clothes-making task with the mobs. It was a full 10000 pennies, converted into 10 silver coins, and stuffed into the little squirrel's paws.

Mr. Squirrel has never seen so much money!You know, he could only earn a few tens of pennies at a time for the orders he took at the Fairy Guild.

Moreover, although the costumes for the show are labor-intensive to make, but...but they are not worth so much money, Mr. Squirrel feels that he deserves it!

"Mr. Price, in fact... it doesn't really work that much."

The mob left only one silver coin and tried to return the rest to Mr. Peacock.

"Little monster, you should accept it. You paid so much money for the clothing-making task issued by the Goblin Guild, and this time it was funded by the Yanni Opera House, not a private task issued by me. If you don't accept it, The other goblins thought that the money was embezzled by me."

"Then... that's fine." Hearing this, Mr. Squirrel could only reluctantly put the money into his pocket. He raised his head and expressed his gratitude to Mr. Peacock again: "Thank you, Mr. Price."

It was time for Mr. Peacock to go, but his paws were firmly on the spot, and his eyes kept flicking towards the direction of the small kitchen.

"That... little monster, can you pack some desserts for me? Oh! It's not that I'm greedy, it's... the housekeeper of the manor, Mr. Alpaca, he...he really likes sweets."

Mr. Peacock told lies with a guilty conscience, and pinned the blame on the alpaca housekeeper.

"Of course, you can wait a moment, Mr. Price, the little monster is going to pack it now."

Mr. Squirrel turned around and entered the small kitchen. He stepped on a small bench, took down a small basket from the top of the cabinet, and put the remaining small cakes and puddings into it, stuffed it full, and then carried the heavy small basket When he came to the door, he happily handed it to Mr. Peacock.

"Mr. Price, this is the leftover dessert. Please accept it. That...Mr. Price, the mob has a small request. I hope you can agree."

As he spoke, Mr. Squirrel took out a small crayon and a diary from his back.

Turning to the first page, there was a handbook carefully made by Little Squirrel, with a blank space left at the corner, he pointed to the blank space with his paw, and asked Mr. Peacock, "The most beautiful book in the Fairy Forest." Mr. Peacock, can you sign for the little monster?"

oh!sure!As a fan of Ten Thousand Beasts, I would naturally not refuse the request of a small fan. After all, a small fan doesn't ask for much, just a signature!

Mr. Peacock took the crayon, signed his name in the lower right corner of the diary, and drew a small crown thoughtfully!

After finishing, he returned the crayon to the little squirrel, and at this moment, Mr. Antelope had already pulled the rickshaw to the door of the small tree house according to the scheduled time.

Putting the dress and the small basket full of desserts into the back wooden box, Mr. Peacock and Mr. Big Goose straddled the rickshaw, waved goodbye to the little squirrel, and left the small tree house.