The little squirrel danced happily on the pine tree, singing happily.
Little squirrel's mother said: little squirrel, can you be more peaceful!
The little squirrel still jumps around, and he makes faces at his mother.
Little squirrel's mother said: can you be honest, little squirrel!
Little squirrel just ignored his mother. He didn't do anything wrong.
Mother angry, said: little squirrel, you really hate! At that time, my mother was talking to my aunt.
Little squirrel sat down on a branch and huddled up. He thought: I don't want to be a child my mother hates. Little squirrel feels aggrieved.
Mother saw off aunt squirrel and saw little squirrel. Mother anxiously asked: little squirrel, ah, darling, are you sick? The little squirrel shook his head. Mom asked: are you hungry? The little squirrel shook his head again. What's the matter with you, son? Mom is worried. Little squirrel said: I want to play, and don't want to let mother hate.
Oh, mom understood. Just now I was just talking about it casually. I didn't expect to hurt the little squirrel's heart. Mother laughed, mother said: go, child. Have fun. You'll always be Mom's good child! Oh, the little squirrel gave a joyful cry and jumped away from the branch happily.