furry him

10

I feel that my friendship with Bill is being tested like never before.

There is a kind of envy, jealousy and hatred, which makes me have bald wings, while my friends lose their hair like crazy.

Can this still be friends!

Obviously not!

Bill was a little aggrieved: "You can't break up with me just because of this."

I wanted to ask him why he couldn't, but to be honest, I also knew it was quite unreasonable.

After all, this kind of thing is not something he can decide.

Oh, but still so angry.

I don't know if it's because I have bald wings, so I can't help feeling a little bit baby about Bill's fur.

Well, of course, besides baby, envy, jealousy and hatred are also very important emotions.

But since we all choose to be friends, we still have to lean back a little bit for the emotion of envy, jealousy and hatred.

I found many large transparent bags and put away all the hair that I combed for Bill.

Snow-white, soft fluff filled transparent bags one after another.

I looked at it, and always felt that it would be a waste not to use it, so I asked my mother to see if I could get some technical support. After all, my mother is known as a handicraft expert.

Originally, I wanted to ask my mother how to knit a sweater, but after learning that knitting a sweater requires wool first, I gave up.

I chose felt.

But...

My dad was hurt, he was so depressed after learning that I had a roommate with such thick hair.

Dad said: "It's because Dad is not good, he failed to lay a good foundation for you..."

Looking at my dad's expression, I knew that he must have made up a lot of things about my low self-esteem in front of my classmates because of my bald wings.

But it doesn't!

Although I am a bit envious and jealous, I am in a good mood!

Me: "Um... Dad, you don't need to be like this! It's good to be bald! At least there is less hair loss!"

Although I did it to comfort my dad, I think my dad was even more sad after knowing the truth.

Anyway... let's not mention Bill in front of him in the future...

After all, there are very few people who are as optimistic as I am and think about the good in everything.

11

I began to concentrate on how to make felt, and Bill, as a model and material provider, watched from the sidelines.

Bill was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back: "Is it really me you did?"

I looked at the felt in my hand, then at Bill, and felt that it would be a lie to say yes.

As an upright and good young man, I really...

I gritted my teeth: "I think it's okay, but there is still room for improvement..."

Sure enough, I value face more than talking nonsense with open eyes.

Bill: "...as long as you are happy."

I think there are too many meanings in what he said. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have lost face...

Forget it, let’s try to improve it!

After two months of tossing, the weather temperature and Bill's hair loss have all entered a stable stage.

I also finally made a felt doll based on Bill, and my art teacher gave it a high mark.

The teacher said: "Son, you are full of imagination and creativity! I am so proud of you!"

I:"……"

Can no one see that this is a polar bear!

And teacher!The prototype of this thing is by my side!Open your eyes and see!

The same coat color, the same black round eyes, the same pink nose and pink claws!How can you act like you can't see it!

Bill patted me on the back: "It's fine."

I glanced at Bill, and I didn't know whether to praise him for being considerate or call him hypocritical.

Anyway, my first felt piece, a failure.

I decided to throw it away.

But Bill asked: "I want it, can you give it to me?"

Anyway, it was originally made of Bill's hair. He wanted it, and it was better than throwing it away, so he gave it to him.

Bill seemed to be very happy, and it could be seen on his furry face, which had a less obvious expression.

I think he might really like it.

I think, although the manual work is not very successful this time, at least someone appreciates it, doesn't it?

Sure enough, true friends are different!

12

Bill and I may be parting ways.

Because I found out that Bill had started to grow nails, which Bill didn't even know about.

How do I know?

Because I am addicted to raising bipolar bears, I asked for trouble to apply hand cream on Bill's meat pads.

Alas, I really hope that Bill's pink meat pads can always keep tender and tender!

But the development of things is always so unexpected. Even if I persist in applying hand cream to him, Bill's meat pads are still getting rougher day by day, and they feel hard when pinched.

That day, when I felt that Bill's meat pads were getting worse and worse, I pinched Bill's paws, where there should have been nails, but there were no nails, and a little hard horny substance appeared.

I didn't pay attention to it at first, but I pinched it one by one, and I knew that Bill was going to grow nails.

Bill looked at me from the outside, his furry face would look silly: "What's wrong?"

I suddenly felt reluctant, and subconsciously said, "It's nothing."

Just... just tell him a few days later, let us stay together for a few more days!

I know that once this matter is reported, Bill will conduct another grade assessment, and then he may move away from Star C.

Others may not believe it when I say it, but I am not jealous of this matter.

Bill is a good friend of mine, and I hope he enjoys more and better resources.

If I have to say that he has something worthy of my envy, I think he has too much hair, and he will never be bald even if he loses hair.

Barring that, I want the best of everything in the world, my friend.

Even knowing that while he gets all this, I might lose him.

But I still have some selfishness, I think, at least before the official farewell, let me keep a little more memories that belong to the two of us.

I think I may be a little too hypocritical.

Thinking about the bright side, maybe we can still maintain a long-term friendship after separation?

Before everything really happened, I didn't know what was waiting for me.

So, I started making felt again.