Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Mr. Squirrel was frightened. He ran several streets in a row, and finally stopped under an arched bridge in a deep alley.

Untiing the small back basket and hugging it in his arms, Mr. Squirrel tried his best to lean his back against the wall.

Looking around, he made sure that the perverted Mr. Weasel did not catch up, and Mr. Squirrel fell to the ground, panting and adjusting his breathing.

Obviously, as long as he completes this business, he can save enough pennies to renovate his small tree house!

As a result, the business failed, and he was almost molested by a rogue client!

Mr. Squirrel's eyes were a little moist, he sniffled, and wanted to cry out of grievance!

really!Weasels are the most annoying thing!

With the big fluffy tail hanging down in frustration, Mr. Squirrel walked aimlessly along the street.

As he walked, he angrily kicked the small stone next to his paw.

He didn't pay attention to the direction, he turned around and went through a small door and walked into a dark alley that he had never been before.

This is a super wide alley.

The walls on both sides are as high as trees, and the ground is covered with huge bluestone floors one after another.

Mr. Squirrel was a little scared.

He climbed behind the stone pillar, poked out only one head, and looked carefully.

There are goblins pulling trailers in and out in the dark alleys, and they are all huge goblins.Occasionally there are a few idle pedestrians with baskets on their shoulders, and they are all not small.

The entire alley seems to be full of small workshops for processing daily necessities.

Mr. Rhino forging iron, Mr. Baboon for making pottery, Ms. Tarantula for weaving, Mr. Crocodile for refining salt...

A dazzling array of everything.

Mr. Squirrel remembered that he must have accidentally broken into the back city of Varta town.

In order to protect the petite goblin from accidental stampede accidents, the town of Valta is divided into the front city and the back city.

There is a height restriction on the city gates in the former city, and elves who are too big can't get in, so they can only live in the back city.

Looking around, Mr. Squirrel accidentally found a familiar face.

Uncle Owl who runs a daily necessities store! ?

Uncle Owl stopped in front of Mr. Crocodile's workshop, took out 5p from his purse, and exchanged it for a large jar of tooth salt from Mr. Crocodile.

OMG!

Mr. Squirrel was dumbfounded!

You know, every time he goes to Mr. Owl's daily necessities store, he pays 3 pence, only to scoop a small spoonful from the big jar of dental salt into the small jar that he brings. month too!

After Uncle Owl left, Mr. Squirrel plucked up his courage, crossed the alley in one breath, and stopped in front of Mr. Crocodile's workshop as well.

"First... hello sir, I... I want to buy some tooth salt too!"

It was the first time to deal with such a huge elf, and Mr. Squirrel's teeth chattered with fear.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Crocodile stopped what he was doing. He turned his head to look, but he didn't see the goblin at all.

"Huh? Hearing hallucinations? Are you too tired recently?" Mr. Crocodile scratched his head wonderingly, doubting himself.

"Mr. Crocodile, I... I'm under your desk!"

Mr. Squirrel blushed a little. His petite stature was not as tall as Mr. Crocodile's desk at all.

Hearing this, Mr. Crocodile put his front paws on the desk, stretched his body and poked his head out, only then did he see Mr. Squirrel under the desk.

"Yeah? It's actually a little squirrel? Why did you come to the back city of Varta?"

"I stumbled in by mistake, Mr. Crocodile, can you sell me some tooth salt?" Mr. Squirrel asked with eyes full of expectation.

"Yes! How many jars do you want?"

"One jar is enough, thank you Mr. Crocodile!"

In order to take care of the goblins living in the former city, Mr. Crocodile thought he had selected the jar small enough, but even so, the volume of this jar can still fill Mr. Squirrel’s small backpack to the brim. It is heavy, Squirrel Mr. didn't move at all.

what should I do?Mr. Crocodile made a mistake?

"Mr. Crocodile, I have my own small jar, can you help me fill it up?"

As he spoke, Mr. Squirrel took out the small jar from the pannier, unscrewed the lid, and held it high above his head.

Mr. Crocodile carefully stretched out two claws to pinch the small glass jar, his face was so tight that he was afraid that he would crush it with a single force.

Bury the little jar in the tooth salt, and return it to Mr. Squirrel when it's full.

This little weight, Mr. Crocodile doesn't even know how to collect money!

"Forget it, this tooth salt is less than a penny, so I will give it to you!" Mr. Crocodile waved his hands and planned to give up.

But Mr. Squirrel insisted on taking a penny out of his purse to pay, and Mr. Crocodile would accept it no matter what.

Mr. Crocodile couldn't resist him, so he could only reluctantly accept it!

"Little Squirrel, the quality of my tooth salt is very good. You can buy it often in the future. By the way, you still have to pay attention to safety when you come to Houcheng District. You just need to walk close to the wall, and you won't be disturbed by the fairies here." Be careful to step on it, but be careful when crossing the intersection!"

Mr. Crocodile reminded enthusiastically.

"Remember! Thank you, Mr. Crocodile! I will visit you often in the future."

This small jar full of tooth salt is enough for Mr. Squirrel for half a year, and it only costs 1 penny!

God!So lucky!

Mr. Squirrel's mood brightened, and he forgot all the unhappiness that happened before.

Thinking that there are still two orders from Miss Xiangyou, after completing the order, you can still save enough money to renovate the house.

Mr. Squirrel cheered up, and according to what Mr. Crocodile said, he walked along the corner to Miss Tarantula's workshop.

"Hello Miss Tarantula, do you have purple, white, and pink cotton cloth?"

"Yes, wait a minute, here it comes!"

Ms. Tarantula's workshop is run by the whole family. A tarantula who has not been involved in weaving for the time being comes up and beckons Mr. Squirrel to go in.

All the finished cloth is piled up in the corner of the small workshop. Although it does not look as tall as the cloth shop, the quality is surprisingly good.

"As much as you want, I'll cut it for you on the spot. I'm very good, and sometimes I can cut it very accurately without using calipers!" Miss Tarantula showed off enthusiastically.

In the end, Mr. Squirrel bought three cotton cloths of different colors, each 9 inches long and 10 inches wide, for only [-] pence.

With the help of Miss Tarantula, they were neatly stacked and put into the small basket.

These few pieces of cotton cloth can be sold for dozens of pennies after being made into new clothes. Such cheap raw materials have doubled Mr. Squirrel's profit!

OMG!

The small workshops in the Houcheng District are all treasures!

After the harvest, Mr. Squirrel left Houcheng through the small secret door, and carefully marked all the streets that needed to be crossed on the map.

When he changes to a bigger house, he will definitely have to buy a lot of daily necessities. When he comes to Houcheng District to buy them, he can save a lot of money!

What a thrifty mouse that knows how to live!Mr. Squirrel thought narcissistically!

Return to the former town of the small town of Warta.

Mr. Squirrel ordered a hamburger under the umbrella of the music square and listened to a free violin performance.

Then he generously bought the back seat of the Yanni Opera House for 5 pence and watched a theater performance.

The play is the classic play "Ham" by a bard.

Mr. Squirrel didn't remember what the story was about, but the male peacock who played the role of Ophelia was never forgotten by the mouse, because his big tail is so beautiful!

It is said that he is a well-known performer in the Fairy Forest, but all the theater tickets he participated in can be sold out every time!

Finally, I came to the shore of Lake Baiga, and together with many other goblins who came to drink afternoon tea, had a cup of cappuccino made by Miss Lynx herself.

Today is another fulfilling and happy day!

In the evening, facing the brilliant sunset, Mr. Squirrel took Mr. Beetle's bus back to the small tree house in the countryside.

Before dark, set up a small aluminum pot on the fireplace, cook oat milk, and serve it with vegetable salad. This kind of dinner is nutritious and healthy!

After dinner, when night fell, Mr. Squirrel turned on the night light in the studio, drew pictures, and wrote in his diary.

The diary describes a ferocious, drooling, villainous weasel who stretched out his claws on the innocent little squirrel!

Mr. Squirrel also thoughtfully provided a picture. The weasel in the picture was hit hard on the head by the brave little squirrel with a mallet!

snort!What a relief!

When you get sleepy, clean your teeth, turn off the light and climb into bed.

Mr. Squirrel covered his big fluffy tail, and fell asleep peacefully accompanied by the starlight in the sky and the faint chirping of insects in the forest!