Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Finally, when he came to the top of the west hill, Mr. Squirrel parked the frog Gutai under the ginkgo tree. He also brought a small brick with his claws and tripped it under the wheel.

The goblins carried small baskets full of food, found a clean grass field under the ginkgo tree, and spread out a yellow and white striped picnic cloth.

Mr. Squirrel will bring the vanilla cake, blueberry jam toast, chocolate wafers, tiramisu mille crepes, and give them to other elves one by one.

Facing the autumn wind, a few goblins were eating delicious little desserts and talking about interesting things that happened recently.

From time to time, a ginkgo leaf fell down and covered the little fairy's head.

Speaking of interesting things, Mr. Peacock suddenly remembered something: "By the way, last time we discussed it, let them go to Chef Meow's restaurant to buy cat rice today. Did you tell your boyfriend?"

Mr. Peacock is a small craftsman, always playing tricks on Mr. Goose.

Some time ago, he also established the Love Guardian Alliance, and forcibly pulled the little monsters, the rabbit batian, and the little monster into the organization.

Mr. Peacock said that you need to test your little lover from time to time to know whether he loves you as before, so he came up with a bad idea, let them tell their boyfriends when they go home, just today, I really want to eat Chef Meow’s Cat rice, let's see if they will bring a copy home from work that night.

Originally, Chef Meow’s cat rice was very popular, and there was often a long queue. In addition, today is Chef Meow’s weekly rest day. Eating cat rice at this time is simply unreasonable.

At first, the other goblins shook their heads again and again, not agreeing to do so, but Mr. Peacock insisted on relying on his three-inch tongue, and persuaded all the goblins to make heaven and earth with him.

Hearing Price's question, the goblins looked at each other, but they all blushed and nodded in embarrassment.

ah!It turned out that they were all led badly by Mr. Peacock.

So, in the small town of Varta far away on the other side of the hill, Chef Meow, who could have enjoyed his rest day leisurely, ushered in a nightmare-like Good Friday.

He was lying on a rocking chair, holding a bucket of freeze-dried cats in his arms, eating with relish.

There was a "Closed Business" sign on the door of the store, and no goblins would bother him today. He used the projector to show the funny comedy of "Mr.

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

"Who is it?" Chef Meow yelled towards the door with a very unfriendly attitude, even if any goblin was disturbed in his private time, he would feel a little emotional.

There was no response from outside the door, but there were still knocks on the door one after another. Chef Miao had no choice but to stop the projector, put the freeze-dried food on a small table beside him, and got up to open the door.

Outside the door were Mr. Big Goose and Mr. Yingjiu in patrol uniforms.

The impatience on Chef Miao's face instantly turned into a flattering expression. He rubbed his paws, nodded and bowed to the two captains and asked, "You two distinguished guests, what do you want to do when you visit the shop?"

Mr. Big Goose glanced at Chef Meow, and said with a blank expression: "The two of us will each order a cat meal."

Hearing this, Chef Mao scratched his head and felt troubled. He hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "But today is the shop's holiday, and cat rice is not sold."

Hearing this, Mr. Big Goose nodded silently, seemingly accepting the result, but turned his head like a different goose, and said in a business-like tone: "Surprise inspection, please show your business license, Food business license, revenue in recent years, whether there is any tax evasion..."

Hearing this, Chef Meow's head grew bigger.

It's too ruthless, when will this be checked?In order to eat cat food, as for resorting to such insidious means?

This is malpractice, protest!He wants to protest!

Chef Mao complained silently in his heart, but as a greasy cat who is proficient in the world of goblins, he naturally knew how to resolve this innocent disaster.

"Two distinguished guests please, the cat meal will be ready in a while!" After inviting Mr. Big Goose and Mr. Ying Jiu into the shop, Chef Miao poked his head out to make sure that there were no goblins around, and hurriedly closed the shop door, then wiped his paws. You, slipped into the back kitchen, and began to ping-pong-pang-pong busy.

Half an hour later, after packing up the cat meal and finally sending off the two gods of plague, Chef Miao let out a long breath and was about to lie back on the rocking chair, but before his butt fell down, there was another knock on the shop door.

"Who is it again?" The claws hanging by his side were clenched into fists, Chef Meow straightened his body, and the fur on his tail was split apart.

He angrily went to open the door, and in front of the door was a weasel standing with his hands behind his back.

Mr. Weasel smiled, and said kindly, "Hi, buy a cat meal."

Chef Cat pointed at the small sign hanging on the door of the store with his claws, and said in a vicious voice, "Can't you see it? We are closed today and we don't cook cat food." He waved his claws to drive Mr. Weasel away. Walk: "Let's go, let's go! It's so bad."

Just now, two goblins who used their power for personal gain held their heads down and made cat food. The anger has not subsided, but another one added to the trouble.

"You really don't want to do it?" Mr. Weasel smiled more and more kindly.

The hair on the back of Chef Mao's neck instantly stood up. He hugged his chest with his paws, stared at Mr. Weasel defensively, and bluffed to embolden himself: "What do you want? My Sanhuamao is not afraid of you!"

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel sighed leisurely, and said helplessly, "Since this is the case, then I can't help it." After speaking, he took out a cat teasing stick from behind.

A string is tied to the slender stick, and at the top of the string are several colorful feathers and a cat bell.

Mr. Weasel shook his paws, followed by the cat teaser.

Chef Meow's eyes straightened in an instant, and from the corner of his eye he swayed back and forth with the cat teaser, his claws began to be out of his control, he pounced on him with a meow, and opened his mouth wide to bite the feather off, but at this moment, Mr. Weasel He retracted the cat-teasing stick in a leisurely manner, and stared at the disheveled Chef Meow with a smile on his face.

Under the temptation of the cat teasing stick, Chef Meow was defeated in the end.

He greeted Mr. Weasel into the store, and then ran into the back kitchen to ping-pong-pong to do some busy work. Finally, he exchanged the packaged cat meal for a cat-teasing stick from Mr. Weasel's paw.

Despicable weasel, never do his business again.

After Mr. Weasel left as he wished, Chef Cat thought angrily.

He put the cat teaser on the handle of the window, opened the window again, and the wind came in, blowing the feathers and shaking them back and forth.

Chef Cat jumped up and scratched twice with his paws, bit his mouth and kicked with his paws desperately, having a great time playing.

And at this moment, there was another knock on the store door.

Chef Cat is about to be blown up, what happened today?Why did they all run over to find fault, as if they had discussed it with each other.

He looked left and right, picked up a spatula and rushed out.

No matter which elf it is this time, if he dares to make another cat meal, he will use a spatula to slice off his head.

He opened the door abruptly, and there was a fiery red fox standing outside the door, holding a small watering can in its paws, facing his cat's nose.

Before Chef Mao could speak, Mengmeng Hu pressed the nozzle, and the cool catnip got into his nose, causing Chef Meow to lose control instantly.

Throwing away the spatula, the whole cat rolled into a ball, scratching, rubbing, rolling, and meowing frantically.

It wasn't until the effect of the catnip disappeared that Chef Cat regained his senses. He tilted his head, drooling, and fiddled with Mengmeng Fox's trousers with his paws, and begged meowingly: "Quick, give it to me, come on again!" Let me take a breath."

Hu Mengmeng smiled innocently, lowered her head, and said friendlyly: "I can give you the whole can, but I have to exchange it with cat food."

What are you waiting for?Chef Meow forgot all the vows he made just now, and became an unprincipled meow.

He got up, rushed into the back kitchen with a whoosh, and rushed out again after a while, holding a packaged cat meal in his paws.

Hu Mengmeng kept her word, took the cat meal, stuffed a can of catnip spray into Chef Meow's claws, then turned around and walked away swaggeringly.

Chef Meow covered the baby in his paws, and returned to the small shop with a guilty conscience, carefully pulled down the curtains and curtains, and locked the locks by the way.

Carefully lay down in his cat's litter, then pressed the nozzle of the catnip spray, and sprayed it on himself.

For a while, the howling of meows was endless, which annoyed the neighbor, the civet cat.

She had just given birth and couldn't stand the noise the most.

Holding the baby civet cat in his arms, he came to Chef Miao's small shop, knocked on the door, but there was no answer from the goblin, and the door was locked tightly, but the howling sound from inside the door was still shrill.

Miss Civet Cat had a bad premonition in her heart, so she ran home in a hurry and dialed the security number of Varta Town.

After a while, Detective Hyena drove a small police car, siren blared all the way, to the outside of Chef Cat's shop.

He came with him, as well as the newly appointed sheriff of Valta town, Mr. Black Cat.

They were all equipped with small pistols. They carefully knocked on the glass outside the store door. Still no elf responded. After looking at each other, they kicked open the door and broke in.

Opening the door curtain, this is what came into view.

A three-coloured cat was sticking out its tongue, drooling, its eyes were staring straight, its body twitched from time to time, and it looked very refreshing.

He was holding a black cat doll in his arms, and he had already scratched it in a bad shape. One of its ears fell off, its tail was broken, and even the cotton wool in its head fell out.

A trace of nostalgia flashed across the eyes of Mr. Black Cat, and there was a trace of inexplicable emotion.

He stepped forward, took out the handcuffs, and said righteously: "Chef Meow, you are suspected of illegal activities and have been arrested. Come with me to the bureau to explain."

After speaking, he handcuffed Chef Meow's claws.

Looking at the half of the cat's wrist locked by silver-white handcuffs, Mr. Black Cat raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Now let's see where you go!

He took off his coat, put it on Chef Meow, then bent down, carefully picked up the careless three-colored cat from the cat nest, and stuffed it into the small police car parked outside the shop.