- Performer: Sergey Kirsanov
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The puppy is tired of chasing chickens around the yard.
“I’ll go,” he thinks, “to hunt for wild animals and birds.”
He slipped into the gateway and ran across the meadow.
Wild animals, birds and insects saw it and each thought to himself.
The bittern thinks: “I’ll deceive him!”
The hoopoe thinks: “I’ll surprise him!”
The spinner thinks: “I’ll scare him!”
The lizard thinks: “I’ll get away from him!”
Caterpillars, butterflies, grasshoppers think: “We will hide from him!”
“And I’ll drive him away!” - thinks the Bombardier Beetle.
“We all know how to stand up for ourselves, each in our own way!” - they think to themselves.
And the Puppy has already run to the lake and sees: a bittern standing by the reeds on one leg, knee-deep in water.
“I’ll catch her now!” - the Puppy thinks, and is completely ready to jump on her back.
And Bittern glanced at him and stepped into the reeds.
The wind runs across the lake, the reeds sway. The reeds sway
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy has yellow and brown stripes swaying in front of his eyes
back and forth,
back and forth.
And the Bittern stands in the reeds, stretched out - thin, thin, and all painted with yellow and brown stripes. Standing, swaying
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy's eyes bulged, looked, looked, but did not see the Bittern in the reeds.
“Well,” he thinks, “Bittern deceived me. I shouldn’t jump into empty reeds! I’ll go catch another bird.”
He ran out onto the hill and looked: Hoopoe was sitting on the ground, playing with his crest, and then he would unfold it, then fold it up.
“Now I’ll jump on him from the hill!” - thinks the Puppy.
And the Hoopoe fell to the ground, spread its wings, spread its tail, and raised its beak up.
The Puppy looks: there is no bird, but a motley rag lies on the ground, and a crooked needle sticks out of it.
The Puppy was surprised: where did the Hoopoe go? “Did I really mistake this motley rag for him? I’ll go quickly and catch the little bird.”
He ran up to the tree and saw: a small bird, Vertishika, sitting on a branch.
He rushed towards her, and Vertishika dashed into the hollow.
“Yeah! - thinks the Puppy. “Gotcha!”
He rose to his hind legs, looked into the hollow, and in the black hollow the snake wriggled and hissed terribly.
The Puppy recoiled, raised its fur on end, and ran away.
And Whirlwind hisses after him from the hollow, twists her head, and a stripe of black feathers wriggles along her back.
“Ugh! How scared! I barely carried my legs away. I won't hunt birds anymore. I’d better go catch the Lizard.”
The lizard was sitting on a stone, closed its eyes, basking in the sun.
A puppy quietly crept up to her - jump! – and grabbed him by the tail.
And the Lizard dodged, left its tail in its teeth, and went under the stone itself!
The Puppy's tail wriggles in his teeth,
The Puppy snorted, threw his tail - and followed her. Yes where there! The lizard has been sitting under a stone for a long time, growing a new tail.
“Well,” the Puppy thinks, “if the Lizard got away from me, then at least I’ll catch some insects.”
I looked around, and there were beetles running on the ground, grasshoppers jumping in the grass, caterpillars crawling along the branches, butterflies flying through the air.
The Puppy rushed to catch them, and suddenly it became all around, like in a mysterious picture: everyone was here, but no one was visible - everyone was hiding.
Green grasshoppers are hiding in the green grass.
The caterpillars on the branches stretched out and froze: you couldn’t tell them apart from the twigs.
The butterflies sat on the trees, folded their wings - you couldn’t tell where the bark was, where the leaves were, where the butterflies were.
One tiny Bombardier Beetle walks along the ground, not hiding anywhere.
The Puppy caught up with him and wanted to grab him, but the Bombardier Beetle stopped, and when a flying, caustic stream shot at him, it hit him right in the nose.
The Puppy squealed, tucked his tail, turned - across the meadow, and into the gateway.
He's huddled in a kennel and is afraid to stick his nose out.
And the animals, birds and insects all went back to their business.
The puppy is tired of chasing chickens around the yard.
“I’ll go,” he thinks, “to hunt for wild animals and birds.”
He slipped into the gateway and ran across the meadow.
Wild animals, birds and insects saw it and each thought to himself.
The bittern thinks: “I’ll deceive him!”
The hoopoe thinks: “I’ll surprise him!”
The spinner thinks: “I’ll scare him!”
The lizard thinks: “I’ll get away from him!”
Caterpillars, butterflies, grasshoppers think: “We will hide from him!”
“And I’ll drive him away!” - thinks the Bombardier Beetle.
“We all know how to stand up for ourselves, each in our own way!” - they think to themselves.
And the Puppy has already run to the lake and sees: a bittern standing by the reeds on one leg, knee-deep in water.
“I’ll catch her now!” - the Puppy thinks and is completely ready to jump on her back.
And Bittern glanced at him and quickly stepped into the reeds.
The wind runs across the lake, the reeds sway. The reeds sway
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy has yellow and brown stripes swaying in front of his eyes
back and forth,
back and forth.
And the Bittern stands in the reeds, stretched out - thin, thin, and all painted with yellow and brown stripes.
Standing, swaying
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy's eyes bulged, looked and looked - the bittern was not visible in the reeds.
“Well,” he thinks, “Bittern deceived me. I shouldn’t jump into empty reeds! I’ll go catch another bird.”
He ran out onto the hill and looked: Hoopoe was sitting on the ground, playing with his crest, and then he would unfold it, then he would fold it.
“Now I’ll jump on him from the hill!” - thinks the Puppy.
And the Hoopoe fell to the ground, spread its wings, spread its tail, and raised its beak up.
The Puppy looks: there is no bird, but a motley rag lies on the ground, and a crooked needle sticks out of it.
The Puppy was surprised: “Where did the Hoopoe go?
Did I really mistake this colorful rag for him? I’ll go quickly and catch the little bird.”
He ran up to the tree and saw: a small bird, Vertishika, sitting on a branch.
He rushed towards her, and Vertishika dashed into the hollow.
“Yeah! - thinks the Puppy. - Gotcha!
He rose to his hind legs, looked into the hollow, and in the black hollow a black snake wriggled and hissed terribly.
The Puppy recoiled, raised its fur on end, and ran away.
And Vertishika hisses after him from the hollow, twists her head, and a strip of black feathers snakes along her back.
“Ugh! How scared! I barely carried my legs away. I won't hunt birds anymore. I’d better go catch the Lizard.”
The lizard was sitting on a stone, closed its eyes, basking in the sun.
A puppy quietly crept up to her - jump! - and grabbed him by the tail.
And the Lizard dodged, left its tail in its teeth, and went under the stone itself.
The Puppy's tail wriggles in his teeth.
The Puppy snorted, threw his tail - and followed her. Yes where there! The lizard has been sitting under a stone for a long time, growing a new tail.
“Well,” the Puppy thinks, “if the Lizard got away from me, then at least I’ll catch some insects.”
I looked around, and there were beetles running on the ground, grasshoppers jumping in the grass, caterpillars crawling along the branches, butterflies flying in the air.
The Puppy rushed to catch them, and suddenly it became like a mysterious picture: everyone was there, but no one was visible. Everyone hid.
Green grasshoppers are hiding in the green grass.
The caterpillars on the branches stretched out and froze: you couldn’t tell them apart from the twigs.
The butterflies sat on the trees, folded their wings - you couldn’t tell where the bark was, where the leaves were, where the butterflies were.
One tiny Bombardier Beetle walks along the ground, not hiding anywhere.
The Puppy caught up with him and wanted to grab him, but the Bombardier Beetle stopped and fired at him with a flying caustic stream - it hit him right in the nose!
The Puppy squealed, tucked his tail, turned - across the meadow, and into the gateway.
He's huddled in a kennel and is afraid to stick his nose out.
And the animals, birds and insects all went back to their business.
The puppy is tired of chasing chickens around the yard.
“I’ll go,” he thinks, “to hunt for wild animals and birds.”
He slipped into the gateway and ran across the meadow.
Wild animals, birds and insects saw it and each thought to himself.
The bittern thinks: “I’ll deceive him!”
The hoopoe thinks: “I’ll surprise him!”
The spinner thinks: “I’ll scare him!”
The lizard thinks: “I’ll get away from him!”
Caterpillars, butterflies, grasshoppers think: “We will hide from him!”
“And I’ll drive him away!” - thinks Bombardier Beetle.
“We all know how to stand up for ourselves, each in our own way!” - they think to themselves.
And the Puppy has already run to the lake and sees: a bittern standing by the reeds on one leg, knee-deep in water.
“I’ll catch her now!” - the Puppy thinks and is completely ready to jump on her back.
And Bittern glanced at him and stepped into the reeds.
The wind runs across the lake, the reeds sway. The reeds sway
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy has yellow and brown stripes swaying in front of his eyes
back and forth,
back and forth.
And the Bittern stands in the reeds, stretched out - thin, thin, and all painted with yellow and brown stripes.
Standing, swaying
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy's eyes bulged, looked, looked - the bittern was not visible in the reeds.
“Well,” he thinks, “Bittern deceived me. I shouldn’t jump into empty reeds! I’ll go catch another bird.”
He ran out onto the hill and looked: Hoopoe was sitting on the ground, playing with his crest, and then he would unfold it, then fold it up.
“Now I’ll jump on him from the hill!” - thinks the Puppy.
And the Hoopoe fell to the ground, spread its wings, spread its tail, and raised its beak up.
The Puppy looks: there is no bird, but a motley rag lies on the ground, and a crooked needle sticks out of it.
The Puppy was surprised: where did the Hoopoe go? “Did I really mistake this motley rag for him? I’ll go quickly and catch the little bird.”
He ran up to the tree and saw: a small bird, Vertishika, sitting on a branch.
He rushed towards her, and Vertishika dashed into the hollow.
“Yeah! - thinks the Puppy. - Gotcha!
He rose to his hind legs, looked into the hollow, and in the black hollow a black snake wriggled and hissed terribly.
The Puppy recoiled, raised its fur on end, and ran away.
And Vertishika hisses after him from the hollow, twists her head, and a strip of black feathers snakes along her back.
“Ugh! How scared! I barely carried my legs away. I won't hunt birds anymore. I’d better go catch the Lizard.”
The lizard was sitting on a stone, closed its eyes, basking in the sun.
The Puppy quietly crept up to her - jump! - and grabbed the tail.
And the Lizard dodged, left its tail in its teeth, and went under the stone itself!
The Puppy's tail wriggles in his teeth.
The Puppy snorted, threw his tail - and followed her. Yes where there! The lizard has been sitting under a stone for a long time, growing a new tail.
“Well,” the Puppy thinks, “if the Lizard got away from me, then at least I’ll catch some insects.”
I looked around, and there were beetles running on the ground, grasshoppers jumping in the grass, caterpillars crawling along the branches, butterflies flying in the air.
The Puppy rushed to catch them, and suddenly it became all around, like in a mysterious picture: everyone is here, but no one is visible. Everyone hid.
Green grasshoppers are hiding in the green grass.
The caterpillars on the branches stretched out and froze: you couldn’t tell them apart from the twigs.
The butterflies sat on the trees, folded their wings - you couldn’t tell where the bark was, where the leaves were, where the butterflies were.
One tiny Bombardier Beetle walks along the ground, not hiding anywhere.
The Puppy caught up with him and wanted to grab him, but the Bombardier Beetle stopped and fired a flying, caustic stream at him - it hit him right in the nose!
The Puppy squealed, tucked his tail, turned - across the meadow, and into the gateway.
He's huddled in a kennel and is afraid to stick his nose out.
And the animals, birds and insects all went back to their business.
The puppy is tired of chasing chickens around the yard.
“I’ll go,” he thinks, “to hunt for wild animals and birds.”
He slipped into the gateway and ran across the meadow.
Wild animals, birds and insects saw it and each thought to himself.
The bittern thinks: “I’ll deceive him!”
The hoopoe thinks: “I’ll surprise him!”
Whirlwind thinks: “I’ll scare him!”
The lizard thinks: “I’ll get away from him!”
Caterpillars, butterflies, grasshoppers think: “We will hide from him!”
“And I’ll drive him away!” - thinks the Bombardier Beetle.
“We all know how to stand up for ourselves, each in our own way!” - they think to themselves.
And the Puppy has already run to the lake and sees: a bittern standing by the reeds on one leg, knee-deep in water.
“I’ll catch her now!” - the Puppy thinks and is completely ready to jump on her back.
And Bittern glanced at him and quickly stepped into the reeds.
The wind runs across the lake, the reeds sway. The reeds sway
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy has yellow and brown stripes swaying in front of his eyes
back and forth,
back and forth.
And the Bittern stands in the reeds, stretched out - thin, thin, and all painted with yellow and brown stripes.
Standing, swaying
back and forth,
back and forth.
The puppy's eyes bulged, looked and looked - the bittern was not visible in the reeds.
“Well,” he thinks, “the bittern deceived me. I shouldn’t jump into empty reeds! I’ll go and catch another bird.”
He ran out onto the hill and looked: Hoopoe was sitting on the ground, playing with his crest, and then he would unfold it, then he would fold it.
“Now I’ll jump on him from the hill!” - thinks the Puppy.
And the Hoopoe fell to the ground, spread its wings, spread its tail, and raised its beak up.
The Puppy looks: there is no bird, but a motley rag lies on the ground, and a crooked needle sticks out of it.
The Puppy was surprised: “Where did the Hoopoe go?
Did I really mistake this colorful rag for him? I’ll go quickly and catch the little bird.”
He ran up to the tree and saw: a small bird, Vertishika, sitting on a branch.
He rushed towards her, and Vertishika dashed into the hollow.
“Aha!” the Puppy thinks. “Gotcha!”
He rose to his hind legs, looked into the hollow, and in the black hollow a black snake wriggled and hissed terribly.
The Puppy recoiled, raised its fur on end, and ran away.
And Vertishika hisses after him from the hollow, twists her head, and a strip of black feathers snakes along her back.
“Ugh! I scared you so much! I barely carried off my legs. I won’t hunt birds anymore. I’d better go and catch a lizard.”
The lizard was sitting on a stone, closed its eyes, basking in the sun.
A puppy quietly crept up to her - jump! - and grabbed him by the tail.
And the Lizard dodged, left its tail in its teeth, and went under the stone itself.
The Puppy's tail wriggles in his teeth.
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The Puppy snorted, threw his tail - and followed her. Yes where there! The lizard has been sitting under a stone for a long time, growing a new tail.
“Well,” the Puppy thinks, “if the Lizard got away from me, then at least I’ll catch some insects.”
I looked around, and there were beetles running on the ground, grasshoppers jumping in the grass, caterpillars crawling along the branches, butterflies flying in the air.
The Puppy rushed to catch them, and suddenly it became like a mysterious picture: everyone was there, but no one was visible. Everyone hid.
Green grasshoppers are hiding in the green grass.
The caterpillars on the branches stretched out and froze: you couldn’t tell them apart from the twigs.
The butterflies sat on the trees, folded their wings - you couldn’t tell where the bark was, where the leaves were, where the butterflies were.
One tiny Bombardier Beetle walks along the ground, not hiding anywhere.
The Puppy caught up with him and wanted to grab him, but the Bombardier Beetle stopped and fired at him with a flying caustic stream - it hit him right in the nose!
The Puppy squealed, tucked his tail, turned - across the meadow, and into the gateway.
He's huddled in a kennel and is afraid to stick his nose out.
And the animals, birds and insects all went back to their business.
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First hunt
The puppy is tired of chasing chickens around the yard.
“I’ll go,” he thinks, “to hunt for wild animals and birds.”
He slipped into the gateway and ran across the meadow.
Wild animals, birds and insects saw it and each thought to himself.
The bittern thinks: “I’ll deceive him!”
The hoopoe thinks: “I’ll surprise him!”
Whirlwind thinks: “I’ll scare him!”
The lizard thinks: “I’ll get away from him!”
Caterpillars, butterflies, grasshoppers think: “We will hide from him!”
“And I’ll burn him out!” - thinks the Bombardier Beetle.
“We all know how to stand up for ourselves, each in our own way!” - they think to themselves. And the Puppy has already run to the lake and sees: a bittern standing by the reeds on one leg, knee-deep in water.
“I’ll catch her now!” - the Puppy thinks and is completely ready to jump on her back.
And the bittern glanced at him and stepped into the reeds.
The wind runs across the lake, the reeds sway. The reeds sway
back and forth, back and forth. In front of the Puppy's eyes, yellow and brown stripes are swaying back and forth, back and forth.
And the Bittern stands in the reeds, stretched out - thin, thin, and all painted with yellow and brown stripes. Standing, rocking back and forth, back and forth.
The puppy's eyes bulged, looked, looked, but did not see the bittern in the reeds. “Well, he thinks,” Bittern deceived me. I shouldn’t jump into empty reeds! I’ll go and catch another bird.” He ran out onto the hill and looked: Hoopoe was sitting on the ground, playing with his crest, and then he would unfold it, then he would fold it. “Now I’ll jump on him from the hill!” thinks Puppy.
And the Hoopoe fell to the ground, spread its wings, spread its tail, and raised its beak up.
The Puppy looks: there is no bird, but a motley rag lies on the ground and a crooked needle sticks out of it. The puppy was surprised: “Where did the Hoopoe go? Did I really mistake this motley rag for him? I’ll go quickly and catch the little bird.” He ran up to the tree and saw: a small bird, Vertishika, sitting on a branch.
He rushed towards her, and Vertishika dashed into the hollow. “Aha!” thinks the Puppy. Gotcha!” He rose to his hind legs, looked into the hollow, and in the black hollow a black snake wriggled and hissed terribly. The Puppy recoiled, raised its fur on end, and ran away.
And Whirlwind hisses after him from the hollow, twists her head, and a strip of black feathers snakes along her back.
“Ugh! I scared you so much! I almost lost my legs. I won’t hunt birds anymore. I’d better go and catch a lizard.”
The lizard was sitting on a stone, closed its eyes, basking in the sun. The Puppy quietly crept up to her - jump! - and grabbed him by the tail. And the Lizard dodged, left its tail in its teeth, and went under the stone itself! The Puppy's tail wriggles in his teeth. The Puppy snorted, threw his tail - and followed her. Yes where there! The lizard has been sitting under a stone for a long time, growing a new tail.
“Uh,” thinks the Puppy, “if the Lizard got away from me, then I’ll at least catch some insects.” I looked around, and there were beetles running on the ground, grasshoppers jumping in the grass, caterpillars crawling along the branches, butterflies flying through the air.
The Puppy rushed to catch them, and suddenly it became all around, like in a mysterious picture, everyone was there, but no one was visible - everyone was hiding. Green grasshoppers are hiding in the green grass.
The caterpillars on the branches stretched out and froze - you couldn’t tell them apart from the twigs. The butterflies sat on the trees, folded their wings - you couldn’t tell where the bark was, where the leaves were, where the butterflies were. One tiny Bombardier Beetle walks along the ground, not hiding anywhere. The Puppy caught up with him and wanted to grab him, but the Bombardier Beetle stopped, and when a flying, caustic stream shot at him, it hit him right in the nose!
The Puppy squealed, tucked his tail, turned - across the meadow, and into the gateway. He's huddled in show jumping and is afraid to stick his nose out. And the animals, birds and insects all went back to their business.