That's when the squirrel who panicked at my father's magic arrow escaped, right? I wanted to get along.

I could have had my head stroked when I told your father about it.

Oh, I miss you......

"Mr. Squirrel, come out and get some cookies, will you?

I'm sticking a little into the nest hole, but I'm not responding.

No way. You don't like cookies? What a gastronomer.

When I pulled through the cookies, they were scuffed about half the time.

Mr. Squirrel, I'll do it. Then I won't let Mr. Squirrel look like Calci Rust.

"I'll do it"

That said, Master Calcirust takes the soft rice cake and plugs it into the nest and pulls it out.

"Wow, that's a real squirrel! Cute."

The squirrel that was eaten up by the cake looked a little unfortunate, but cute.