The morning smelled of moss and wet, cool grass. Igi the hedgehog emerged from his burrow under the spruce tree. He had a small rucksack and great curiosity. At the edge of the forest, the rabbit Cub was waiting. - Today we are looking for tracks, do you want to go? - he asked. Igi nodded his nose and set off after Kuba. They saw huge, strange footprints in the sand. They were not like foxes or deer. - Who has such long fingers? - whispered Kuba. Next to them lay a feather, as green as a lime tree leaf. Ola the owl flew silently down from the branch. - That's not my feather - she said. - The trail leads to the old pond - she added. They walked slowly, as the reeds rustled like paper. The water was smooth, but something bubbled. A barrel with a hole was floating in the middle. - 'I think there's someone in there! - squealed Igi. A striped paw slid out of the barrel. The barrel spun, then a cloud covered the sun. What's going to jump out of the barrel when they get close?