Communicate with furry animals without any barriers, and take the farm to the next level

Chapter 321 The Little Cotton Spider Has Grown Up

"Squeak? Josh, how could you steal the grass-tailed mouse's berries? Look how sad it is!"

The Sky Rock Rat had come prepared, full of bravado, but it cowered as soon as it met Josh, not daring to raise its voice.

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became.

"What's going on, bro?" Grasstail Rat tugged at the Skyrock Rat huddled behind it.

Who was it that was going to stand up for it? What's going on?

"You're talking about wild strawberries? I picked them, so what?" Josh said, sounding both indignant and self-righteous.

Josh's nonchalant tone left the two mice somewhat bewildered. What was going on? Shouldn't they feel embarrassed, apologize, and offer them more treats?

Why does it look so natural?
why?
"Squeak." No, it's nothing.

"Nothing's wrong," the grass-tailed mouse said indignantly. "Squeak! There's only a tiny bit of wild strawberry left! Josh, give it back!"

It put its hands on its hips, took two steps forward, and stretched out a paw, asking Josh for it.

"If I hadn't helped you pick those wild berries, they would have been ruined in a few days in this heat. Instead of thanking me, you want me to pay you back? Grass-tailed rat, I never thought you were this kind of rat!" Josh retorted, turning the tables on her.

"Squeak!" "I can eat dried fruit!" the little mouse protested.

"Raspberries will only dry and dehydrate, turning into a skin; they won't become delicious dried fruit," Josh reminded it with a slight smile.

The grass-tailed rat choked. Fine, fine, it couldn't argue with Josh.

The little hamster is so angry! Its cheeks are puffed up with air.

"Hey, I was just trying to be nice by picking berries for you and making a delicious pink cake to share with you. I didn't expect you to be so stingy and not understand my good intentions. Oh well, I'll just play the villain to the end and eat it myself," Josh muttered to himself, glancing sideways at the two mice.

Wow, what?! You've made delicious little cakes!
"Squeak!" No, that's not what I meant. I meant, I...
The little mouse squeaked for a long time, but couldn't make a sound.

Instead, both mice pressed themselves against Josh.

"Squeak!" Josh, I didn't come with the grass-tailed rat. Would you like to share with me?
"What?!" The grass-tailed mouse turned to look at the wretched squirrel. "What are you saying?"
Okay, it decisively abandoned its principles, grabbed Josh's clothes, and followed suit.

"Squeak~" Josh, I actually came to play with you. You know, I'm a mouse who loves to joke around. You'd be willing to share that with me, right?
Seeing that Josh remained unmoved, the two mice went to great lengths to lick him, showering him with countless compliments.

Josh was amused by these two fickle people and was speechless.

"Alright, stop flattering me, stand still." At Josh's command, the two mice on the table immediately stood like soldiers, motionless and ramrod straight, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

Josh turned around, opened the freezer, and took out a chilled pink cake.

Turning around, Josh saw two mice with their whiskers twitching. He couldn't help but laugh. Well, he'd teased them for so long, he'd let them go.

"Okay, Josh will forgive you today. Go find a place to sit down."

"Squeak!" "Squeak!" Yay!
Two mice dragged out two miniature plates from the corner. These were their own little mouse plates, left in the farm cabin for them to use every time they ate.

Josh washed them so clean, she loved it. Looking at the two fawning mice, Josh could hardly bear to look; their greedy expressions were so identical, she wondered who had inherited it from whom.

After being chilled, the pink cake had a slightly solidified cream on top. Josh gently cut it open, and the rich jam rolled out with each cut. Josh dipped a little into it with his finger and put it in his mouth. Mmm, it tasted even better.

Two mice don't need much, just a small piece is enough. The rest can be shared among Josh, Oswin, the big-tailed yak, and the brown-headed crow vulture.
No, we can't distribute them all. So let's have a first-come, first-served basis. Whoever goes home first gets to eat first. If you don't get any, well, that's just bad luck.

The pink cake was sweet and delicate, but a bit too sweet. Josh stopped after eating only a small portion. The bittersweet candy drink was her new favorite. Its subtle blue sea salt flavor was irresistible, and one sip was refreshing and cooling.

After finishing their cold drinks, the two mice disappeared somewhere. It wasn't just the pigs who ate and then went to sleep; the two of them were also sleeping.

Digging-up Miniature Pig (Don't read if you have negative reviews!)

A rustling sound came from inside the house. Josh slapped his forehead. "Ah, I forgot about you guys!"

The baby cotton spiders have been hatched for quite some time now, but Josh has kept them in this incubator and hasn't dared to release them.

Once, Josh accidentally left the lid on, and when he returned to the farmhouse, he was met with a house full of colorful cobwebs and a desperate little cat dressed as a rag.

According to the victim, Little Mop, the whole day was a complete mess. Countless spiders descended from the sky, covering the entire building in a new coat. No matter how hard it tried to clean, it couldn't get rid of them. The endless spider silk overwhelmed it.

After Josh urgently called all the spiders back to the incubator, it took the little rag a full day and night to clean it up.

So from then on, Josh never dared to let them out to play again.

However, thanks to the feeding by the giant cotton spiders and Josh's extra meals, these little guys are now able to go out and live in the wild, just like their mothers.

They're all grown strong now and couldn't stand staying in that wretched incubator any longer.

If Josh hadn't told them to weave webs and make spider silk mats when they had nothing to do, they would have caused a huge uproar long ago.

Josh opened the hatch, and the little spiders inside, who had been secretly plotting their escape, cheered. "Great! Finally, we've got a window open!"
Josh patted the box and told them the good news directly: "It's time to let you go out and live independently."

Great! Great! The little spiders were overjoyed in their small incubator.

"But!" Josh warned in advance, "The little spiders that don't behave well will still be taken back and continue living in the incubator. Once you're out, you'll need to weave webs and build nests first. Let me see how well you've practiced your skills, understand? Don't just play around."

"Alright, alright!" The little spiders readily agreed as soon as they heard they could leave.

Since hatching, these baby spiders have been taught and practiced by adult spiders, and their overall skill level is much higher than that of their mothers when they were young.

Therefore, Josh is not too worried about their ability to survive in the wild.

"Okay, let's come out one by one." The box was too big to carry, so Josh found a wheelbarrow from the farm and let the little spiders jump in and walk along the farm path. If they wanted to live there, they could jump down themselves and choose for themselves.

The farm is safe now; you can live anywhere.

When they reach a suitable spot, the little cotton spiders jump down in twos and threes; they still prefer to live in groups.

(End of this chapter)