Bow
Pinkere handed a bow to Vorchunishka (Grumpy mouse), saying, "Take it, if you want to beat them to dust," and left.
Loud gasp, Virchunishka spilled from the jug of dew. She really wanted to beat bow huddled over the winter, dandelions pillows and mattresses. But she knew how valued they are Pinker, and I never would dare even to hint at it. She was amazed. As Pinker could read her thoughts?
- He wants to punish me forever to leave the house, right? perplexedly she asked the Woodpecker.
The woodpecker did not believe that Pinker could leave, however, noting that Veronichka again going to cry, he took in the beak of the bow and already fluttered to fly looking for a Pinker, but in the clearing he himself appeared. Zai and Chick dragged him by the hand.
 Pinkere hesitantly smiled at Vorchunishka:
- Please go back to the bow. I promised leverets dance lesson.
Vorchunishka grinned.
- No, not gonna give you the bow. I already gave it to the Woodpecker.
From behind  Pinkere popped Hon. He snatched the Woodpecker has a bow, put his Pinker and waved his paw:
Run, run!
 Pinkere cheek and rushed to the house, and Hutch grabbed the tail of an angry Woodpecker.
- Look here, young rabbit! Do you have parents? Have they given you any education?
No, no, no! I'm an orphan, " said Zay, trying to escape. – Oh-Oh-Oh! Let me go!
-Oh, now what? Are you an orphan? Well, in this case, I will present You some rules of decency. Rule number one: greet the elders and to never interfere in their Affairs. Mark it on your quivering nose, orphan!
And he wanted to bite the bug in the nose, but Veronichka prevented:
Let Go Of Zaya, A Woodpecker. He has a dance lesson with the Pinker.
- M-m... I also Have a lesson and the lesson is more important than dancing... But if you ask...
He slowly unclenched his fluffy ball and Zai gave strekocha.
- In vain, Fortunista in vain. Of course, you're very kind, but baby may grow a bully.
Mouse sighed.
- They have Chick bad parents, they throw rabbits and so with a month left. No one knows where they went.
I heard that in the spring the hares throw children, " remarked the Woodpecker.
- Yes, and they need to think about. Today they will live with us. Don't scare them right away. They're accustomed to will.
- Oh dear, will add you some trouble. Well if so, then...
- Then help me to collect dew. I knocked over the pitcher, and you still still haven't had lunch.
They had been to the cuff. Quietly crept up chick. He brought the first forest violets.
- Fortunista, look. Violet is always violet, and I found white. She was covered last year's leaves. Take it, please...