Puppies and Persistence

Once upon a time, there was a little dog and a little cat.

The little dog adored the little cat, following her around every day, serving tea and water, and massaging her shoulders and legs. But the little dog never confessed his feelings to anyone. He believed that if he didn't speak up, no one would know. Yet, some things are expressed without words.

The gaze of infatuation is love, the heartbeat of passion is love, the scent that tickles the nose is love, and the wagging tail is also a sign of love.

Everyone in the world knew the little dog liked the little cat, but the little cat never responded.

In everyone's eyes, not responding is also a form of response.

The little wolf was the little dog's good friend and thought this situation couldn't continue. He took the little dog out for a drink, setting two big handfuls of skewered meat and twenty bottles of beer on the table.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The twenty bottles of beer were opened, and the little wolf handed a bottle to the little dog, who awkwardly waved his hand, saying he didn't drink.

The little wolf was dumbfounded and asked, "Why not?"

The little dog replied, "The little cat doesn't like it."

So the little wolf drank all twenty bottles by himself. He started by persuading the little dog not to be so foolish, but as he spoke, he began to cry. The little dog asked him what was wrong, and he said he was thinking of the little deer.

The little deer was the little wolf's ex-girlfriend.

The little dog helplessly paid the bill, and the little wolf, leaning against a tree by the roadside, vomited profusely. In between bouts of vomiting, he turned his head and shouted towards the house, "Cherish the ones in front of you!"

So the little dog became even more resolute.

In fact, the little dog had long wanted to express his innermost thoughts to the little cat. But he was afraid that if he spoke up, they wouldn't even be friends anymore. He was always waiting for the right moment.

One day, the little cat and her best friend, the little monkey, were shopping. When girls are together, their conversations often drift towards matters of love.

The little monkey asked the little cat, "The little dog has always liked you, you must know that, right?"

The little cat raised her head with an air of indifference: "So what if I do know."

"Do you like him or not?" the little monkey pressed, "I think the little dog is quite good; you could consider him."

The little cat tilted her head back, almost to the sky, and said, "If he can bring me the stars, I'll consider it."

The little monkey passed these words to the little rabbit, the little rabbit told the little deer, the little deer told the little horse, and after pondering, he also told the little wolf. The little wolf was responsible for the final relay, and he told the little dog: "The little cat said that if you can give her the stars, she will be with you."

Everyone understood that there was no hope for them. But in the eyes of the little dog, it was an opportunity.

Of course, he couldn't pick the stars. The little dog's solution was to use fireflies.

He bought an exquisite glass bottle and every night he went to the forest to catch fireflies. The flickering lights in the bottle fluttered and gathered, indeed resembling the stars in the sky.

The little dog excitedly took the bottle to the little wolf to see how the effect was. The little wolf took a look and said, "It looks nice, but these are fireflies, not stars."

He also asked the little leopard, and the little leopard also said, "It looks nice, but these are fireflies, not stars."

The little dog asked all his friends, and everyone's response was: "It looks nice, but these are fireflies, not stars."

The little dog sulked back into the forest and continued to catch them. The light accumulated more and more, almost merging together, gently rippling in the bottle.

The little dog carefully held his bottle of starlight and went to find the little cat at night.

"I heard... if I can give you the stars, you will be with me?" the little dog asked shyly.

Although it was not the same as what she had said before, the little cat did not deny it, just "um".

After getting confirmation, the little dog nervously opened the bottle cap. Countless fireflies flew out of the bottle, dancing and circling above the two, in the dark night, like a galaxy pouring into the world.

The little cat watched for a long time, until the fireflies gradually flew away, and the night once again enveloped the forest. The little cat said to the little dog: "It's beautiful! But these are fireflies, not stars."

The little dog finally couldn't hold back his grievance and cried.

No matter how many people say it's not, as long as she says it is, it is. But if she says it's not, then it really isn't.

The little cat didn't expect the little dog to cry, she was stunned for a moment, then walked over and held his face. The little cat looked into the little dog's eyes, which reflected the whole night sky. She gently kissed the little dog: "These are the stars you should have given me~"