Parker the Tattletale (1)

In Bai Qingqing's tree hole, Curtis slept like a dead snake after filling up his stomach as he hadn't slept for days.

"Squeak squeak."

The sound of a mouse biting things kept ringing in the tree hole. Bai Qingqing perked her ears and listened for a while before mumbling, "It can't be that the bark is infested with bugs, right?"

Parker's gaze landed on the wooden chest and his nose twitched. He walked over to open up the chest.

"Meow—"

A few young leopard cries rang out. They could tell that their daddy was angry, so their cries were soft.

So it was them hiding in the chest, using the wooden rod that was embedded with the luminous ball to grind their teeth. They had reached the age where they were growing fangs, and the root of their teeth kept itching. The door to their "nest" that Winston had made from them had a hole bitten through it. They then realized that their nest wasn't warm enough and set their thoughts on their mommy's stuff.