Between the stones of a wall, near a barn, lived 5 country mice

Winter was approaching and all the mice were working to get enough supplies, all except Friederick...

I’m collecting the sun’s rays for the frosty winter

Friederick, why don’t you help us?

I am gathering colors for this gray winter season.

What are you doing now?

No, I’m picking up words. Winter days are many and long, we risk remaining without anything to say to each other

Are you dreaming, Friederick?

Winter came and the mice took refuge among the stones, but soon the supplies ran out and the mice became angry with Frederick for never helping anyone.

Friederick, where are your weird supplies?

Now I give you the rays of the sun to make you feel the summer heat...

Friederick, and what about the colors?

Try to imagine the blue of cornflowers, the red pavers, the yellow wheat...

And what about the words?

I am going to recite a poem  to make you remember the beauty of the four seasons...

What a wonder Friederick, you deserve a laurel wreath for what you did

Applause and laurel are not important to me, everyone does their job