If he could be mistaken for any other animal, in my opinion, it's a ferret.

Ferrets look very much like weasels.

Yess or a pine marten X33

why do i think it's weird in a good way
also think of gef the mongoose by mistake

ps: have a great day to you

XD

Likewise ^^

Kill it

Why? 😭 Why must I die? I'm not ready, there's so many things I was to do!
Like talk to my furry friends and go mushroom hunting with them.
But then all of a sudden big Troll mage named Hippo Master, aged 64, came and destroyed our village! He took all the mushrooms and left no Wiisul aloif.
Sad sad story for the smol wiisul.

Hippo Master, aged now 100, lived happily ever after in solitude, eating stolen shrooms. Nobody ever talked to him and he was happy, alone, so nice, yes.
- All I need is rock, rock is my friend, rock is my pillow, said Hippo Master sleeping on the hard ground in his moist moldy dungeon.

Because it has no soul and steals the soul of children
Also what you said about me was very cringe and down right laughabel for how dumb what you called me

Hippo Master, the Troll mage master of Hippopotamuses, had 64 nipples (Important information for the story, that's why the number is on the title).

Okay stop

Hippo Master, Troll mage master of Hippopotamuses, whom had retired from mastering hippos for they all had gone extinct in his "care", had been dumped 64 times, by forest goblins, snot monsters and even by an accidentally into-life-enchanted horse dung.
Hippo master had had enough, so he decided to marry the rock he slept on.
Something white, something blue, something new, something… Stolen? The Hippo Master said as he mushed one of the stolen mushrooms against the rock he was dressing for the wedding.
You will declare us married, Mr tree stump. Hippo Master said to the tree stump he lifted on a pedestal.
We are now ready for the ceremony, I may kiss the bride? Oh, no, the ring first… Hippo master said to himself as he took a bolt from his back pocket and placed it on the rock.
The bolt slid off so Hippo master angrily lifted it and smashed it against the rock, so it would stay. The rock shattered to pieces.
NOOO, MY BRIDE!
The Hippo master shed a single tear until he lifted a new rock from the ground to replace the previous bride candidate.
You will be my bride now, I shall call you Stonia.
So Hippo master and Stonia lived happily ever after, but every now and again, Hippo master would look at other stones, wishing he had married some of them instead.

Okay stop this clown behavior alright