Little mouse jericha likes to keep a diary. In one of his notes, he accidentally wrote his father as: my father is a thief of rat eyes, mouse belly and intestines... His nose is crooked when he looks at it. Even the little flowers and grass made fun of him.
"Well, jericha, you don't have any pocket money this month!" The mouse father preached angrily. Jericha thought: why? What's wrong with me? Confiscating my pocket money again. It's disgusting! Just as she was about to open her mouth, she swallowed back what she wanted to say. I'm afraid I don't even have pocket money.
When it was time to eat, jericha put her hand to her face and looked thoughtfully into the distance. "Yes She said with a snap of her finger. Jericha ran to the room, picked up the pen, and began to boast about the mouse father: my father, he is handsome and elegant... Jericha holds his hand and thinks: hum! I don't believe you don't give me pocket money! After thinking about it, I went out.
As soon as father mouse came back, he saw the diary on the table. Father mouse ran to the living room to look around, ran to the room to look left and right, after confirming that no one was careful to leave the diary. Rat father looked for a long time, the corner of his mouth floating a silk smile, heart than eating honey is also sweet.
Jericha came humming.
"RickA, dad paid you a salary today. I'll give you 100 this time!" Jericha's heart was in full bloom.
It turns out that it's not a bad thing to be peeked at by my father!
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