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In a beautiful valley, among vineyards and fields, there stood a tower with five floors.

Who lived in the tower?

On the first floor lived a fat hen. All day long she is at home, lolling in her bed. She is so fat, she can hardly walk.

On the second floor lived a cuckoo bird. All day long running around, visiting; her children, you know, live in different homes.

On the third floor lived a clean, coquettish black cat with ribbon on her neck.

On the forth floor there lived a squirrel, happily cracking an munching on nuts.

And on the fifth floor, used to live Mr. Mouse, but a week ago he packed and left. No one knows why and to where.

The tenants wrote a sign, stuck a nail above the door, and hung the sign on the wall:

Then, through paths, ways, and roads, new tenants came to see the place.

First came an ant. She climbed to the fifth floor, read the sign, opened the door, stood inside and looked around.

All the neighbours came out of their flats, gather round her, smiled and asked:

Do you like the rooms?

They are nice.

Do you like the kitchen?

It is nice.

Do you like the hallway?

It is nice.

Then dwell with us, Ant.

No, I won’t!

Why?

I don’t like the neighbours. How can I, the ant, dwell in the same house with a lazy hen, lolling all day long in her bed? She is so fat, she can hardly walk.

The hen was hurt,

And the ant went on her way.

The ant went away, and the rabbit came in.

She climbed nimbly to the fifth floor, read the sign, opened the door, stood inside and looked around.

All the neighbours came out of their flats, gathered round her, smiled and asked:

Do you like the rooms?

They are nice.

Do you like the kitchen?

It is nice.

Do you like the hallway?

It is nice.

Then dwell with us, Rabbit.

No, I won’t!

Why?

I don’t like the neighbours. How can I, a mother of twenty bunnies, dwell together with a cuckoo, who deserts her children? Her children grow up in a strange nests. All of them deserted, all of them neglected. What would my children learn from them?

The cuckoo bird was hurt.

And the rabbit went on her way.

The rabbit went, and a pig came in.

He read the sign "Flat for Rent", and after reading he rolled up, climbed the stairs and opened the door. There he stood, and looked around with his small eyes on the walls, on the ceiling and on the windows.

All the neighbours came out of their flats, gathered round him, smiled and asked:

Do you like the rooms?

They are nice.

Do you like the kitchen?

The kitchen is nice, but it is not dirty enough!

Do you like the hallway?

It is nice.

Then dwell with us.

No, I won’t!

Why?

I don’t like the neighbours. How can I, the pig, white, son of whites from the day of creation, dwell together with a black cat! This doesn’t suit me! No way! No how!

Go away, go away, pig! This doesn’t suit us either! No way! No how!

The pig went away and the nightingale came in.

The nightingale climbed singing to the last floor, read the sign, opened the door, looked at the flat, at the walls, at the ceiling…

All the neighbours came out of their flats, gathered round him, smiled and asked:

Do you like the rooms?

They are nice.

Do you like the kitchen?

It is nice.

Then dwell with us!

No, I won’t. I don’t like the neighbours. How can I sit quietly and calmly, when a squirrel keeps cracking and munching nuts all day long. Oh, the noise is horrible, terrible, ear splitting. And my ears are accustomed to other sounds, to sounds of songs, to songs of hymns.

The squirrel was hurt.

And the nightingale went on his way.

The nightingale went, and the dove came in.

She quickly climbed to the last floor, read the sign, opened the door, stood inside and looked around.

Do you like the rooms?

The rooms are quite narrow.

Do you like the kitchen? The kitchen is nice, but not large enough.

Do you like the hallway?

The hallway is full of shade. The hallway is very dark.

You won’t swell with us, then?

Of course I will, and gladly so, because what I like very much are the neighbours:

The good, red-comb hen.

The beautiful cuckoo bird,

The impeccably clean cat,

The life-loving, nut-munching squirrel.

I know that we can all live together, happily and peacefully, in such a good company.

And the dove rented the flat and there she sat every day, cooing in her room.

And thus, in a beautiful valley, among vineyards and fields, stands a tower of five floors. And in the tower, to this day, live all the good neighbours together, happily and peacefully.