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Soon after Oscar built the veranda, he invited Mickey over. They praised the new construction, enjoying tea with jam on it until late in the evening, telling each other stories and having fun.

A few days passed, and suddenly a hurricane with rain swept over their cozy little town. The wind was tossing and turning everything in its path. The rain poured down like from a bucket, washing away all the dirt and filth from the roofs and walls of the houses, cleaning the streets, and watering the trees in the garden with much-needed water.

It was scary to go outside, and everyone sat in their homes, taking shelter from the bad weather. But Mickey, happy and satisfied with the rain, sat by the warm fireplace and read books. Finally, the rain would water his trees and flowers in the garden, and it would wash away the dust and dirt from the streets.

Suddenly, in the midst of the rain, someone knocked on the door, and there stood Oscar, soaked and shivering.

– This damn rain again! – he angrily hissed, – why is it coming down? What for? The wind blows through the walls of my house, and water is dripping in the corners. The dampness is everywhere, and half of my house is flooded. I can't even warm up by my huge fireplace! It's the same thing every time!

– Let's hurry and go to the sauna to warm up, – suggested Oscar, – I knew you would come, as usual, after such rain to warm up, and this time I was not mistaken. Then we'll have some tea with raspberry jam by the fireplace, – and the friends went to warm up in the sauna.

– And I don't understand, – mused Oscar, – you work and work like an ox, but the bricks crumble like sand after every rain.

– You can stay with me in warmth while we repair your house, – offered Mickey, – I'll give you some of my bricks to patch up the holes in your house.

– But don't you need them for your new addition? – Oscar asked in surprise.

– Yes, but I'm not in a rush, and you need them more now. Otherwise, where will you live? You'll get sick in your little house with all those holes, – suggested Mickey.

– Okay, thank you, my best friend! – thanked Oscar, – but something needs to change! – Oscar almost shouted, – let's think! I want a big, beautiful, and warm house to live in, and one that won't fall apart!

– Okay, let's fly to Grandpa's tomorrow, – Mickey came up with a plan, – we need to visit him anyway, and he'll be happy to see us. We'll ask him for advice on what to do about this problem.

– Yes! We're flying to grandpa's tomorrow! – happily replied Oscar. And the friends spent a long time drinking hot tea with jam, listening to the rustle of the rain and the crackle of the fireplace, and having fun, they fell asleep in warmth and comfort.

Waking up in the morning, they inspected their properties. Mickey's place was in order, a couple of bricks had fallen off the bathhouse, but overall, everything was good, clean, and tidy. The lawn was cheerfully green, the trees in the garden rustled with joy, everything was happy with the rain, except for Oscar! He had one trouble after another, the roof was tilted, the walls of the house were like a sieve, everything was damp and in ruins…

– Again, I have to rebuild everything!!! What did I do to deserve this! But I'll manage, I'm strong! I'll build thick, sturdy walls, a fortress! And no rain will wash it away! – exclaimed Oscar, – but I need a lot, a lot of bricks, – he couldn't calm down on the way to grandpa's.