Читать книгу Olaf and Friends - Yulia Vladimirovna Solodovnikova - Страница 2

The time had come to go and find some tall pine trees for the ship. In the forest where Olaf lived you could only find broadleaved trees but for a good sailing mast you need to use tall and straight pine trees. It was the early summer. The weather was warm both during the day and at night. For the trip, Olaf took only the most important things: an axe, matches, and a raincoat. The elf heard about the pine tree forest from an owl who lived not far from his house.

“My relatives live in the pine tree forest,” said the owl. “It is a forest with tall pine and Christmas trees and very special air.”

Olaf couldn’t wait to go the forest, to breathe this air and to find the best sailing masts for his ship. Before the trip, he decided to stop by the owl’s house once again and double check the directions with all the turns that would be ahead.

“Thank you, owl, I wrote everything down just in case, so I would not get lost,” Olaf exclaimed before setting off.

Have a wonderful trip, Olaf!” said the owl and waved her wing.

From the beginning, the road seemed very interesting.

As soon as Olaf came to an unknown place, he met a very peculiar coon. The coon’s behavior was a little strange and Olaf could not resist paying attention to him. The coon was looking for something in one place, and, then, he ran to the opposite side and started digging again. Olaf was interested in how it all would end. The coon very soon got tired, sat on the ground, and started crying.

Olaf came to him and asked, “Why are you so sad?”

“I lost…,” said the discouraged coon.

“Lost what?”

“It!”

“It what?” Olaf did not understand.

“The whistle.”

“What whistle?”

“The magic whistle.”

“What do you mean ‘magic whistle?’”

“When you blow this whistle you can control the air.”

“Why do you need it?”

“Why don’t you understand?” The coon seemed surprised. “In the village there are houses, on their roofs there are these things that start spinning as soon as the wind starts blowing,” he explained.

“Windmills?” Olaf interjected.

“Probably.”

Though Olaf did not really understand the importance of the coon’s whistle, he still decided to help him find it.

“Are you sure that you lost it somewhere here?” asked Olaf.

“I’m not sure,” sighed the coon.

“When was the last time you saw the whistle? Was it somewhere nearby?”

“In my opinion, but I’m not sure…,” the coon was trying to remember, “I was sitting on a stump on the hill. There were many wild flowers around me and in the distance I could see some windmills.”

“I think that you know this place very well. You probably go there often.”

“Yes… The Hill of Dawns and Dusks – it is one of my favorite places. This is where I saw the whistle last time.”

“Let’s go there!” said Olaf.

On their way they started talking. The coon told Olaf that his name was Yessy and that he liked to wander along the forest looking for interesting items.

“Ok, here we are! The Hill of Dawns and Dusks!” said Yessy.

The view from the hill was magnificent. On one side there was a river and a dense forest, on the other side—a little village with windmills and large fields where animals were pasturing.

Yessy stood on a stump and said, “Every day I stand here and call for the wind.”

“Let’s find the whistle!” said Olaf, who sat on his haunches. “Why did you try to find the whistle there? I don’t really understand it.”

“I did not notice that I lost the whistle at once, and when I understood that I did lose it, I started looking for it in the grass under my feet and in nearby bushes,”

Yessy jumped from the stump and looked into the grass from the other side.

Soon Olaf heard the happy coon, who shouted,

“There it is! I found it!” Yessy started blowing the whistle and pointed at the windmills and told Olaf, “Look!” The windmills were spinning and the village came back to life in the eyes of Olaf. “It is a truly magical whistle…,” said Olaf.