Deep in the forest, a mysterious squirrel lives in the highest hole of an old oak tree. It is said that it can grant all wishes.
The little bear has made ten wishes. The first nine were all achieved.
The paws scratched by thorns when he rescued the little rabbit are still hurting. He has become what others call the pure love god of war, but his own defenses are completely broken.
Let all the injured animals in the forest be restored to health. Others' wounds are healed, but his wounds continue.
Little Bear realized.
Making a wish is like a bottomless pit. If you make one wish, it will dig ten for you.
For the eleventh time, Little Bear stood under the old oak tree and expressed his last wish to the empty tree hole——
"I make a wish that you will never fulfill any wish again."
Some wishes would be better off if they were not realized.
Purpose: The price of growth is learning to accept imperfection