The pet I raised comes from the second dimension.

A message in a bottle, containing a handwritten letter with known contents, is sent to an unknown friend...

Dorothy was deeply drawn to the unknown.

Holding the seashell in his arms,
Dorothy walked toward Doraemon and the others.
It piled all its own seashells in front of Doraemon.

"Can you turn the seashells I found into messages in bottles too?" Dorothy asked Doraemon in a soft, slightly embarrassed voice. "Here you go, have this one, Orunji. I was planning to have it for breakfast."

Saying,

Dorothy pulled a bright, plump orange from her pocket.
It sincerely peeled the orange and fed the orange segments to Doraemon.

Dorothy believes that making messages in bottles from seashells is Doro's unique ability, and that she must pay a usage fee if she wants to borrow it.

Even partners or family members
It's also bad to take advantage of someone else's abilities.

A reasonable exchange is necessary!
Dorothy and her companions are all innocent and kind-hearted little beasts. Dorothy is willing to trade her Orunji for the chance to use the hammer, and Dorothy, of course, won't refuse, nor does she want to disappoint her.

Eating oranges in big bites
Doro put the remaining orange peels into his pocket.
It summoned the hammer again and aimed it at the small pile of seashells that Dorothy had picked up.

"Oh~"

Muttering incantations, Doro raised the hammer and smashed it hard against the pile of seashells.

In an instant, just as before, the hammer transformed the seashell into a message in a bottle after striking it. The delicate, translucent glass bottle lay quietly on the beach, its surface still bearing the original patterns and iridescent colors of the seashell…

Correspondingly, the small ring of gravel around the shell pile disappeared.
Because the main component of glass is not just calcium carbonate (from seashells).

Another major component is silicon dioxide (sand).

Huang Musong only knew a little about the chemical aspects, but he wasn't interested in delving into them; figuring out the new functions of the Doraemon hammer was enough for him.

Pick up the second message in a bottle
Carefully check that the seal is intact.
Huang Musong placed the two bottles made by Duoluo side by side into the inner compartment of his backpack.

“Okay! Let’s go back to the RV,” he said softly. “Let’s write a message in a bottle.”

As Huang Musong spoke, he led the two little ones back along the riverside street...

Having fulfilled their wish to watch the sunrise at the beach, Dorothy and Doraemon's minds were now completely focused on writing their drifting letters.

The two doro ran hand in hand toward the RV.
As soon as the metal monster opened the car door, Dorothy crawled into the cabin, followed closely by Dorothy.

On the beach, Su Qingyao was strolling with Mikasa, while Arwen continued to accompany Donas in digging for razor clams.

Huang Musong walked straight towards Alvin.

He used the camera angle to position himself directly behind Donas.

With her back to Huang Musong, Donas focused intently on digging in the sand pit, searching for the second 'little monster' along the direction the cave extended.

Not hearing anyone approaching from behind, or perhaps hearing footsteps but not paying attention, Donna completely ignored what was happening behind her.

Where is it hidden?

"The cave is so deep!"

"I'm digging the sand pit with all my might," Donas muttered to herself, panting heavily from exhaustion.

There are specific methods to catching razor clams, and special tools are needed for beachcombing; brute force alone is not enough.

Donas's claws could certainly replace a shovel.
However, it's important to understand that the natural enemy of clams is seabirds. To avoid being eaten by their predators, clams must be burrowed much deeper than the length of a bird's beak.

The sandpits were often half a meter deep, and Donas dug them out with her claws alone. With all that stubbornness, it's no wonder she got tired.

Huang Musong squatted down.
With his right hand aimed at the base of Donas's tail,
He flicked Donas's buttocks with a light but firm touch.

"Pah."

Anyone who has ever owned a cat knows that when a cat turns its back to you, its two fluffy bells are as tempting as bullseye, making you want to flick them.

Doro don't have gender distinctions.

But that pose with her perky buttocks is just too alluring.

Huang Musong really couldn't resist flicking Donas's butt.

While digging for razor clams, Donas was suddenly attacked from behind. She quickly jumped up like a spring, covered her buttocks, and stared at the person warily.

"What do you want, man?!"

"What do you mean by ambushing me when I wasn't paying attention?"

"There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me..."

Donas cautiously posed three questions to Huang Musong.

It approached step by step, its claws raised as if ready to retaliate at any moment.

Huang Musong smiled first, then quickly raised his hands to indicate surrender: "Don't get excited, I mean no harm."

He then pointed to the sandpit and explained a trick for catching razor clams, saying in a gentle tone, "If you want to go beachcombing and catch razor clams, you can't rely on strength alone. There's an old method—after finding the entrance to the burrow, sprinkle some salt inside. When the razor clams encounter the salt, they will immediately squirt water and actively crawl out of the burrow."

"Sprinkle salt? Spray water? Crawl out? You mean the little monster is afraid of salt?" Donas relaxed her guard, her expression turning questioning, her big eyes blinking repeatedly.

With a smile, Huang Musong retorted, "Why would I need to lie to you? The more clams you catch, the more sumptuous our lunch will be, right?"

Donas nodded.
A hint of doubt still lingered on his expression.
It reached into its tail compartment and took out a bag of table salt.

Looking down at her own claws, then at the bottomless cave, Donas pondered for a moment before choosing to trust the other party: "Then...then you'll sprinkle the salt? This marshal will take care of the capture!"

“No problem.” Huang Musong squatted down and sprinkled fine salt into the cave entrance.

Hold your breath and wait a moment.

suddenly!

"Wow!"

A jet of water shot out from the sand hole, accompanied by a rustling sound, and a razor clam the size of a thumb broke through the soil, writhing frantically in the air.

"Finally caught them!"

Donas screamed in surprise, swiftly grabbed it, and held it high to show off to Alvin.

"Look! I've caught a really fat little monster!"

The second razor clam they caught was much bigger than the first one they had just caught, and Donas was drooling with envy.

Just as it was about to swallow the razor clam whole, Huang Musong snatched it away, preventing Donas from eating it raw.

"Seafood must be cooked thoroughly, otherwise you will get sick and get parasites."

"Do you remember Shu Chu? She developed a severe parasite infestation because she ate raw seafood."

"Do you want to get worms in your stomach too?"

Huang Musong solemnly warned.

Upon learning that eating the little monster raw would cause parasitic diseases, the usually fearless Donas froze. Her eager action of raising the razor clam to her mouth instantly stopped, and she immediately gave up the idea of ​​eating it raw.

"All right!"

"Let's take it back to the car and cook it..."

Before Donas could finish speaking, she suddenly realized that Dorothy and Dorothy were gone, even though they had just been on the beach.

Could it be that she secretly ate some delicious food behind my back?

Thinking of this,

Donas immediately ran to the RV.

Upon entering the RV, Donas discovered that her two companions were not stealing food, but were sitting face-to-face at the dining table writing.

I casually grabbed a fruit from the fruit basket to satisfy my craving.

Donas approached Dorothy and Dorothy with great curiosity.

"What are you doing?"

If it were just Dorothy writing, Donas wouldn't find it strange, since she copies and recites poems every day.

As for Doraemon, it doesn't know many more words than I do, so why is it also writing things?

Get closer,
Donas was practically glued to Doro, her nose almost touching the paper.

It glanced at the drifting letter that Doro was drawing.

Duoluo learns to read slowly, memorizing one character every three days on average. In one hundred days, he has learned dozens of commonly used characters.

Friends, Welcome, Me, You, Doraemon, People...

The Chinese characters on the drifting letter were crooked and looked like they were crawling on insects.

Combining simple line drawings,

The content is easy to understand.

Doro's drifting letter is a welcome to his home for friends he has never met before who will find it in the future.

Dorothy could write a lot of words; she filled most of the letter and kept writing.

It seems he won't stop until he's filled the entire letter.

and,

Dorothy refused to have her letters read.

It stubbornly covered the letter, blocking Donas's view. "No, you can't see it."

"Cut~!"

Donas turned her head away haughtily, puffed out her cheeks, and finished chewing the last bite of Oh Runji.

"If you don't want me to see it, then you don't want me to see it. Why are you covering it up?"

"Do you think I can read?"

"A little bit~"

Even though she could read, Donas found it hard to be interested in Dorothy's long-winded explanations; she preferred Dorothy's simple drawings paired with concise text.

The drifting letter is finished.
Doro nudged Donas's arm.
It means asking Donas if she is interested in making her own message in a bottle.

According to fragments of memory in Huang Musong's mind, each doro can either make or not make a message in a bottle, and thus whether or not an "if" event will occur in the future.

Donas doesn't object to throwing messages in bottles into the sea.

But it had absolutely no interest in writing drifting letters.

So Donas found a pair of scissors and decisively cut off a small lock of hair.

A dozen or so pink hairs,
On average, each one is a few centimeters long.
Donas handed her pink hair to Doraemon, "You guys are making messages in bottles, and I'm not interested in writing letters, so I'll just use my hair instead! By the way, when are you going to release the bottles? I'm hungry..."

Donas eagerly awaited the release of the message in a bottle and then returned for dinner.

Upon learning that his companion was hungry, Doraemon quickly rolled up the letter and stuffed it into the bottle.

Coincidentally,

Dorothy had just finished signing her drifting letter,

It also put its own letter into its message in a bottle.

"Let's go!"

Dorothy held Donas's hand, hugged the bottle tightly with her other hand, and had a pure smile on her face.

Donas paused for a moment, then grinned and gripped her hand tightly in return.

Doraemon caught up with his friends.
Both are holding their message in a bottle tightly with one hand.

Its other hand held onto Donas's other paw.

The three little ones walked hand in hand side by side.

They hopped and skipped back to the shore. (End of Chapter)