It was a beautiful spring morning. The sun was shining brighter and brighter in the crystal clear sky, its rays slowly illuminating every corner of the garden. Its light glistened on the needles of the southern pines planted as borders, on the snow-white cherry trees and the blossoms of the apple trees with their pink buds. As the soft breeze caressed the ground, the tiny, colourful flowers on the bright green lawns swayed gratefully. Soon the garden's inhabitants began to wake up.
Cinke Cili and Rigó Robi greeted this beautiful morning with loud singing:
Bras, bras, a brightly coloured trilla,
Our song is for you today.
Wake up to this song!
Chivit, chivit trilla, tralla.
From the middle of the lawn, Cricket Toni tried to counter with a loud chirp, but only succeeded in getting Snail, the snail, to shuffle out from under a wet pile of leaves - carrying his shell as usual - and call out:
- Stop it, you're keeping me from hearing Chili's wonderful singing!
Nimble, the lizard, who was about to bask on top of the rock garden, shared Twitchy's opinion:
- Yes, yes! Why do you always have to argue? You should be chirping sleeping pills. You're much better at that.
At the sound of the argument, Honeybee, the bee, also abandoned her favourite flowers and began buzzing around the lawn, then shouted out in a slightly angry voice:
- The same song again! Why don't you do something useful?
By this time Pille, the little white butterfly, had come over, fluttering her tiny wings in approval.
The same song again! Why don't you do something useful?
By this time Pille, the little white butterfly, had come over, fluttering her tiny wings in approval.
- That's right!" said the very respectable Dr. Harkály, who was trying to help a sick plum tree, "Bee is trying to pollinate the fruit trees so that they will bear juicy fruit later, and you are always bickering among yourselves.
With even more dedication, and ever louder, he continued to knock on the trunk of the sick tree.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the garden, from a small pond full of water lilies, came Berci the Frog. He greeted Gusti, the worm, who had just poked his head out of the ground, with a cheerful squawk.
- What are you up to, Guszti? I hardly see you lately.
- Lots of work to do mate! I'm trying to fine-tune the soil so that by the time the seedlings come in, it's well-dusted. I could use some help, because I can barely do it on my own.
Then a head appeared at the top of a nearby ditch. Turi, the mole, made a frightened face, as if an earthquake was about to happen. Adjusting his huge framed glasses in excitement, he began to shout - as if he were deaf, not blind.
- Did you hear? Is he here yet? I've just come from my favourite tunnel next door. It's a mess down there. They say they have seen a fearsome contraption so loud that it dwarfs the croaking of Frog Berci, the tapping of Doc Spindle, and even the chirping of poor Cricket Toni.
Marci the squirrel, who was trying to balance on a tree branch with a small battery, heard Turi and shouted:
- I saw it too! I saw it too! The huge, red monster! I saw it too, scurrying forward, tearing down everything in front of it! I saw it too!
Vendel the Sparrow, who had been trying to catch a fly in flight, suddenly lost his breakfast, started flapping his wings and making a deafening chirp:
- Big trouble! It's coming! The beast is coming! Big trouble! It's coming!
Then he flew on to tell everyone the shocking news as soon as possible.
- Holy straw! - Sün Samu came out from under a log with his tiny nose, hissing in fright - What will happen to us if they tear down our home? What if the woodpile disappears, where will I hide?
By this time, thanks to Vendel, all the gardeners had gathered around them, each in his own way, and each in his own way, voiced his concern.
- What about us, Bee? Oh, what about us? - Pille continued to wheeze, worried, fluttering her tiny wings - If the green lawn with its beautiful carpet of flowers is destroyed, oh, what will happen?
- What about us? What about us, Fergie? - Bertsi the Frog croaked - "If the lovely garden pond and the wonderful rock garden disappear, where can we go?
- Oh dear, oh dear! There's a lot of noise, there's a lot of trouble! What if this monster is capable of destroying everything underground? - said Guszti, looking at his friend Turi, who was adjusting his large framed glasses one last time, and then suddenly disappeared into the depths of his mole-hole.
By now, even Twitchy regretted his cricket attack on Toni. He realised they were both in the same boat. If their shelter disappears over their heads, they'll never have a home again. In apology, he said:
- Don't be angry with me, my dear friend, I could keep you quiet all day if we could all stay here.
His friend replied with a sad chirp:
Cirip, cirip! Woe is us!
We will no longer have a good place.
Our home is being searched,
where we are all happy.
Cirip, cirip! Woe is us!
We will no longer have a good place.
Robi Rigó and Cili Cinke decided to look into the matter to see if there was anything else they could do for their dear, worried friends. They were joined by Vendel Veréb. But the moment they flew up, they heard the scary, rumbling sound, and soon they saw the blood-red machine getting closer and closer to the entrance of their beautiful home, the garden. They took turns shouting:
- Here it comes! It's coming!
- Here he is, here he is!
- Run, hide!
Then they continued in an even louder and increasingly shrill voice.
- Run where you can see!
- No one should stay here!
- Quick, move fast!
Everyone started shaking like a leaf. Frightened, they searched for the right direction to escape. Cricket Toni, no better than a cricket, had ducked into a hollow beside a clump of grass. Twitchy hid in her house - she thought she'd never get under the pile of leaves that had sheltered her until then. Quick as a flash, he crawled between the stones of the rock garden, and Guszti buried herself as deep as she could. Marci the squirrel took shelter in the thick branches of a pine tree, while Bee and Pille hid among the flowers on the fruit trees. Sün Samu crawled back under the log pile and curled up on a spike, waiting to see what would happen next. Only Dr. Harkály continued his tapping unperturbed. A doctor can't be afraid of anything, he thought. But as he saw the device approaching with a loud bang, he simply froze.
There was not a peep in the hitherto bustling, lively garden, making the red monster that had just passed through the garden gate seem even louder and more terrifying. Then, all at once, there was a dead silence. A miracle had happened. Suddenly, the thing stopped, and then stopped at the same time.
Then a familiar sound came from directly behind the terrifying machine monster.
- Manci, I'm home! Oh, my goodness! It's been a long time since I've seen such a mess! This Toni doesn't value his land, he doesn't plant anything in it. He can complain about the garden and the weeds, and he can't even afford a lawnmower.
- You did the right thing, Miska, to kill him! We need to let all the ugliness grow into our beautiful garden because of his negligence. Now come soon, because lunch is ready!
- I'm going Manci, because I'm really hungry. I've put the lawnmower here by the gate, it'll be a good place for it.
The inhabitants of the garden cautiously ventured forward, curiously searching for the source of the sounds.
- "Oh, it's Uncle Miska!" cried Marci the Chipmunk, "I know him by his moustache and his hat, which is worn in winter and summer.
- It really is him! He planted the water lilies in the little pond and he always looks after me. - Frog Berci croaked.
- That's right! "Yes," said Fergie, "he always looks after the rock garden with love and devotion.
- Yes, yes! Thanks to him, my work is easier," Guszti added, "he always gets the soil and rakes it, so it's even looser and more compact for planting. The other is certainly Aunt Manci, whose hands get the juicy tomato and pepper seedlings into the ground.
- That's him! It's her!" agreed Pille and Bee - the kindly Auntie Manci, who always picks the ripe fruit on time and is very careful not to trample the tiny flowers on the lawn.
- Yes! Yes! - Cinke Cili joined in - She even made us a little bird feeder, which she fills with fresh seeds every winter.
Robi Rigó and Vendel Veréb Rigó jumped with relief and started singing happily, which Cinke Cili joined in:
Cheers, trilla! Chirp, tralla!
Let us rejoice! Come on, come on!
Let our song sing together
Our beautiful home left
Chirp, trilla! Chirp, tralla!
Friends! Come on, come on!
Squeaky calmly emerged from his shell, his eyes moving back and forth gratefully, Toni the cricket cheered with a happy chirp, and Samu the sin was hissing happily, sticking his tiny nose out from under the log. Squirrel Marci, a bit giddy with joy, clutching another portion of snacks, ran from one tree to the next, and Doctor Harkály, now relieved, continued to tap the trunks of the sick trees so that they would heal as soon as possible. Berci the Frog was hopping with a loud croak on the leaves of the pond roses, and Fergie, who could hardly get enough of the sight of her lovely rock garden, was hopping from one stone to another. Meanwhile, Guszti disappeared in the ground, and then reappeared, and repeated the same process several times. The others thought it was his way of expressing his gratitude for having been rescued, but after a while his behaviour seemed a little strange.
- Are you okay Guszti? - asked Csuszi kindly.
- Is something wrong?", Sün Samu was now also interested.
- Where can it be? I don't see it! Where has my friend gone? - Guszti asked the question, seemingly more to herself than anyone else, as she looked back and forth.
- Who can't you see? - was joined by Cricket Toni.
- I looked down, I looked up, Turi is gone, nowhere to be found! - shouted Guszti, getting more and more worried.
- "Maybe he just doesn't know yet that the danger has passed," Berci the Frog tried to reassure Gusti.
As he said this, a smiling head popped up on top of a fresh dirt mound.
- Hello! Hello! You're the bad guy again! Here I am, Guszti! You can't get rid of me that easily! - Turi said while laughing so hard that he might have even shed a tear, but they couldn't see it behind the big framed glasses.
- Gosh, you scared me! It wasn't funny. I thought you'd left us. "Who else would I run into for a chat underground now and then?" smiled Guszti.
Meanwhile, Pille and Bee kept circling over the tiny colourful flowers on the green lawn - perhaps counting them as they went. Now that Turi had arrived and the group was complete, Bee-eye could finally hum her favourite song:
Buzz- buzz dear flowers
I will check in with you
if you offer me pollen
I make sweet honey
Zümm- zümm colourful flowers
I knock on your door
The garden was full of life again, and there was no sign of the frightened silence. Every day since then, they have continued to work hard to ensure that their beloved home, the garden, does not lose its beauty. They continue to respect and cherish Uncle Miska and Aunt Manci, knowing that neither of them would ever harm them. And the lawnmower, the "monster", has been standing quietly at the garden gate ever since.
