Bao Bao

The steamed buns looked delicious, he thought. He wet his dry lips, stomach a-growling. Hungry. That's all he felt at that moment. Delicious white puffy skin stared back at him in return, while gentle little puff of steam rise up from its gentle surface. Hungry. He didn't want to resist anymore. Juicy, tender little bites was all he could taste on the surface of his tongue. He's hungry.

Because, the pretty little ermine knows what a hungry little boy wants.