sprout

The tree above is a very special tree. It is called a grassland-beech, because it's only growing in the land of the grassman and his friends.

The tree here is about 100 years. There are more than 200 leaves, the sheep tried once to count them. If there come rain and sunshine, one little sprout might turn into a tree like that above.

Isn't that magic?

There is only one problem: do white rabbits eat sprouts? Anyone who knows that?

mask

" Hi Porcu and Sheep, what are you going to do?" the bluebird asked. "We're going to the white rabbit," the porcupine said, "and we will surprise him - he can't recognize us at all, because we have our masks on," the porcupine said. The bluebird laughed: "Yes, you're complete hidden, Porcu and Sheep - enjoy!"

"Yes, we are hidden. I only wonder how she knows our names?" the porcupine said. The sheep smiled - this was one of the rare moments, where the porcupine was happy. Especially in these times, where the grass is grey and the leaves have disappeared (nearly), he was a bit depressed. Winter is coming, and soon he should make a winter lair. He remembered, that he would miss his friends. But he had to - else he couldn't survive the winter.

quiet

Sometimes the white rabbit is too speedy, and so it's necessary for him to slow down. Then he likes to go to the corn-field. Here's not quite quiet, but nearly - today he can only hear a gentle breeze in the corn and in the leaves of the tree.

"Wonderful," he thinks, "now I start my new, slowly life - and I can hear again."

But he couldn't hear everything - two autumn-butterflies played around, completely quiet.