The old man lived in his wooden hut. In the mornings, he drank tea from a samovar, but not empty, but diluted it with milk, which his beloved cow gave him. He cherished his cow, because as a useful animal, she gives a lot of products, and eats only grass and clover. And then suddenly an owl flew to the old man with a friendly greeting. Grandfather was indignant. What, they say, he is a friend of an owl. She has a crocheted nose, ears protruded, she shuns the sun, buries from people. The owl was very offended.
—Peter-Patrick76 (peter-patrick@mail.com)