293 Mousey, I am truly very scared_2

The "big Totoro" clutched tight at the edge of the wooden basin perched on its head, assuming a protective crouch.

Its face bore a vivid expression of shock and terror.

Did that young human just now notice me?

Terror!

And while "big Totoro" was cleaning the bathroom, it distinctly felt a strong and superior ghost story aura spreading from the entrance.

Could it have something to do with that young human?

What to do, what to do?

Little mouse me, I am truly scared.

I need to find a hiding spot quickly.

Or should I simply run away?

Big Totoro's inner world was rich; it planned to slip away while those two humans went upstairs.

But it hadn't taken two steps before its round eyes got attracted to a few footprints on the floor.

Dirty...

How could this happen, little mouse me just scrubbed the floor this morning!

No way!

It's making me uncomfortable, as if ants are crawling on me.