Hella. The history of an unusual squirrel. Book 1. Olga Kholodova

the hedgehog.

      “And my name is Rick,” said the Hare and rubbed his aching paw.

      “Rick, that’s an interesting name for you,” said Hella.

      The hare smiled and said, “We go for food!”

      Hella and Grufy followed the hare.

      The road was not close and friends stopped to rest.

      “Soon the sun will hide,” Hella whispered.

      “We’re almost there,” said the hare, “we have to go to that hill.”

      “People are living behind the hill,” squirrel alerted.

      “Yes,” Rick agreed. “We go to their kitchen garden for food.”

      Hedgehog and squirrel exchanged glances.

      “Your venture is dangerous,” grumbled Grufy.

      “It’s not the first time I’ve come to people for food,” the rabbit answered. “Follow me and do not be afraid.”

      Hella and Grufy exchanged glances and followed the hare. The friends approached the hill and stopped.

      “Wait,” said the Hare, “I’ll first see if I can go or not.”

      “All right,” agreed Hella and Grufy.

      The hare disappeared behind the hill. Some time passed and the hare called his friends. Hella and Grufy hurried to the hare.

      “In this garden, a very delicious berry grows along the fence,” Rick said.

      “I love the berry,” snorted the hedgehog and hurried to the fence.

      “Hedgehog wait,” Hella screamed and ran after the hedgehog.