This magic night the grassman is spying on something, he doesn't know what. He has never spyed before. The cat Felix has told him, that he will see something marvellous, if he came down to the wood this night at 23 o'clock. He should be absolute quiet and nobody must see him.
He is anxious and afraid for, that the two bats will show, that he is there. He is very quite, but once in a while he must breathe.
What can it be?
(I'm busy preparing my very first exhibition - allthough it's not so big, there are many things to do, I think. I'm sorry, I've not the time to comment just now. But my exhibition starts at wednesday the 4th of April - then I have plenty of time! I hope...)