Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Mr. Peacock moved very quickly, and the manor built next to the small tree house gradually took shape.

Mr. Weasel also signed up for this construction mission, and now he often leaves early and returns late.

But because of the close proximity, Mr. Squirrel would wear a small apron every day at noon, and carry a heart box to deliver meals to Mr. Weasel, making the other fairies who worked together very greedy.

Here, as soon as the little monster left, Mr. Weasel's workers threw away the tiles in their claws and surrounded him in a swarm.

"Huang Lang, what delicious food did your little squirrel give you this time?"

Brother Mole poked his head, sniffed, and asked curiously.

"I don't know either." With that said, Mr. Weasel unscrewed the small lid of the Heart Bento.

There are three layers of bento.

The first layer is glutinous rice balls and crisp seaweed, which are filled with three different fillings, salted egg yolk meat floss filling, charcoal-grilled eel filling, and spring roll crab meat filling.

The second layer is the warm miso soup, which is made of tofu, radish and silk fish fillets.

The last layer is the dessert, a little monster puff, the mouth is filled with white cream, the eyes are chocolate beans, and the tongue is half a small strawberry.

This made the other goblins howl enviously, and the cornbread in their paws instantly lost their fragrance.

They are all little fairies, why is there such a big difference?

They rolled around and begged to be fed, but the stingy Mr. Weasel didn't even want to share a grain of rice. The little squirrel made it for him, and he didn't have enough for himself, so he was reluctant to share it.

On the other side, the little squirrel was working on his new project in the studio. It was introduced by Mr. Peacock to make a beige long dress for Miss Snake for the performance.

He was biting the end of a crayon, racking his brains to come up with new ideas, when suddenly there was an unusual movement outside the small tree house.

Mr. Squirrel came to the window, stood on tiptoe, pulled the window sill, and looked out curiously.

One of the fairies is very familiar, it is Mr. Peacock, and the other is completely unfamiliar, it is a face that has never been seen in the countryside of Varta.

Mr. Porcupine had a big gold chain around his neck, a small watch on his claw wrist, and a greasy belly, and he was tugging at Mr. Peacock with a squinting expression.

"Price, come and have a meal with me. The hotel is already booked. As long as you go, I will invest in you to make a new drama." Mr. Porcupine said richly, and his paws were not honest enough to eat tender tofu. , was rewarded with a big mouth by Mr. Peacock.

With a disdainful snort, Mr. Peacock sarcastically said mercilessly: "It's a good idea, the toad wants to eat swan meat, and he doesn't look in the mirror to see how you look like a pig, I wouldn't even eat with a bedbug." with you."

"Hey, little hooves, you don't have to drink a toast." Mr. Porcupine got angry, and he didn't pretend to be a snake. He rolled up his sleeves and planned to use force. At this moment, the figure of Mr. Big Goose suddenly appeared at the end of the path. .

He just got off work, and originally planned to come to the small manor to oversee the construction, to see the progress of the construction, but happened to see this scene.

Mr. Peacock naturally also saw the figure of Mr. Big Goose, his eyes lit up instantly, and he ran to Mr. Big Goose in a hurry.

With the backing, the whole peacock stood up, and he raised his haughty little chin and said arrogantly: "Rand bumpkin, he molested me, you hit him."

Hearing this, Mr. Big Goose turned cold and pulled out his baton from his waistband.

When Mr. Porcupine saw this scene, he immediately gave up. He raised his paw and smiled compensatingly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! If you don't need to do anything, I'll get out." With a short tail, he turned sideways around Mr. Big Goose, and ran away in disgrace.

Mr. Peacock was very proud, he gave a mouthful of disgust at Mr. Porcupine's leaving back, and then walked gracefully to Mr. Big Goose's side, hooked Mr. Big Goose's arm with his wings affectionately, and planned to go to the new Look at the manor.

As a result, Mr. Big Goose stood motionless on the spot, but turned his head slightly to look at Mr. Peacock from head to toe.

Mr. Peacock is wearing an exotic outfit today, which is very revealing. Most of his chest is exposed. What looks like a shrunken blouse reveals half of his waist. There is also a string of small bells around his waist. He walks Jingle.

Mr. Big Goose's face is very ugly.

How many times have I told him, except for performances, don't dress like this in private, it will always provoke some dubious goblins to pester you.

But Mr. Peacock just didn't listen, and he still went his own way. He is a wayward fairy, and no one can control him.

Mr. Big Goose put away his baton silently, thinking that he should teach this little worker a lesson.

In broad daylight, under Mr. Peacock's slightly disturbed gaze, Mr. Big Goose viciously pecked off three beautiful feathers on that gorgeous tail.

Mr. Peacock burst into tears.

Sobbing, he beat Mr. Big Goose with his wings, and yelled without caring about his image: "You bastard, you bastard, the feathers on your tail are bald, what will I do with my tour tomorrow? You pay me!"

Mr. Big Goose didn't feel any pain at all, and dragged Mr. Peacock away by the back of the neck.

Now that you've already started, let's go all out and teach him a thorough lesson, otherwise this little workman will revert to his old ways as soon as he turns his head.

Mr. Squirrel, who was peeking on the small window sill on the second floor, covered his eyes with his paws, and his face gradually turned red.

Pulling off three feathers in public is like being spanked in public, it's too shameful!

Mr. Peacock, who seems to be fearless, will be spanked by Mr. Goose! ?It really surprised the goblin!

Oh ~ he is such a rambunctious paparazzi.

At this time, Mr. Weasel suddenly appeared at the end of the path.

Only then did the mob realize that he forgot to bring afternoon tea to Mr. Weasel.

After a hard day's work, Mr. Weasel couldn't even drink the steaming herbal tea. The thirsty Mr. Weasel could only temporarily put down his work and go home to ask for some water.

He actually patronized gossip and forgot to make vanilla tea for Mr. Huang Lang, oh, he is still an inconsiderate bad mouse!

Thinking guiltily, Mr. Squirrel hurriedly slid down the small window sill, ran into the kitchen quickly, put on a small apron quickly, and began to work in front of the stove.