303. Wild chestnuts falling from the sky_1

Meanwhile, the king seemed as if nothing had happened as he crawled back into his doghouse. At that moment, with his front paws propped under his chin, his tongue lightly curled, a cherry that had only been nibbled at the tip appeared in his mouth—

So fragrant, so sweet, so delicious!

His big tongue lazily rolled, slowly sucking the cherry until not a drop of juice was left.

On the other side, Big White always felt something was off. Right now, as he was dozing off, he suddenly "gah" and stretched his neck out from under his wing again.

He looked around warily at the woods.

But the forest was quiet, and even the king was closing his eyes, not stealing anything.

Feeling a bit guilty, he "gah-ed" twice more, then hesitated before tucking his head back into the squeaking nest.

The squirrels on the tree were so angry they couldn't sleep all night, hopping and skipping with curses, and they glared hatefully at the big dog below!