sky. The kitten was following him with his eyes trying to trace a big wise bird but
he didn’t see anything but the darkling sky above the crowns of the old pines. He
sat down by a tree and began to wait.
Owl was back shortly – he dived down with a gentle flap, folded his wings
along his strong body and landed steadily. A din of voices was heard from a tree
and by the next moment squirrel kits went down one by one with their mother
Squirrel behind. Kits were chatting cheerfully, looking at the kitten and hiding
behind old Owl.
The kitten admired funny switches on their ears, golden tint of their hair
and enormous fluffy tails. He unwittingly waved his tail to see it better and grew
sad as it wasn’t so fluffy. Squirrel passed her kids paying attention to everyone
and turned to the kitten.
- They say you went bravely into the deep dark forest to find Truth for your
friend… - Squirrel started speaking.
The kitten nodded humbly, standing in front of two adults and the whole
brood of playing squirrel kits.
Squirrel smiled to the kitten encouragingly.
- Why does your friend need Truth? – she asked little Murzik.
- Aunt Squirrel, my friend Vanechka got into trouble. His mother is very
upset because of a broken vase and he needs to bring back her good mood
badly. He said that Truth could help him. I heard it and went to look for her. On my
way I met a chick and a duckling, kind Water from the pond, the old father
Pinestry, Titmouse and Hedgehog. Then, Owl flew away to find you, because
you’re said to know for sure where to find Lesovichok-Borovichok, who knows
