Hedgehog in the Fog
In the evenings, the little Hedgehog went to the Bear cub's to count stars.
They would sit on the log and sip tea, gazing at the starry sky.
It hung over the roof, just behind the chimney
To the right of the chimney were the Bear cub's stars,
and to the left were the Hedgehog's
I'll tell him: I've brought you raspberry jam...
And then he'll say: You see the samovar has cooled off–
we'd better put in the fire some... what do you call those... those...
Juniper Twigs!
And then I'll tell him... I'll tell him...
'I wonder,' thought the Hedgehog, 'if the Horse lies down to sleep...
will she choke in the fog?'
And slowly he began to make his way downhill
to get into the fog... and see for himself...
what it was like inside there.
Wow... I can't even see my paw...
Horse...!
But the horse did not say anything.
What a weirdo.
...Hedgehog...!
'I'm in the river. Let the water carry me along,'
decided the Hedgehog.
He sighed deeply and began to float down with the current.
...Hedgehog...!
I'm totally soaked... I'll drown soon.
Suddenly, Someone touched his paw
'Excuse me,' said Someone quietly, 'Who are you and how did you get here?'
I'm a hedgehog. I fell in the river.
Then get on my back.
I'll carry you to the shore.
Thank you.
'Don't mention it,' said that Someone.
Hedgehog! Where have you been? I called and called, but you didn't answer.
I've already got the samovar going on the porch,
and I even put out two chairs together
so it would be comfortable for counting the stars!
And then I thought: 'Soon he'll be here, and he'll sit down,
and we'll drink tea with raspberry jam.
You did bring raspberry jam with you, right?
Oh, and did I tell you I've got the samovar going,
and put twigs on the fire... those twigs... those...
Juniper twigs.
Juniper twigs! for that nice smoky smell.
And... and... also... because... because...
oh, who besides you could count the stars with me!?
The Bear cub talked and talked, and the Hedgehog thought:
'Isn't it wonderful that we are together again.'
And also...
he thought about the Horse:
How is she, there... in the fog?