It was a beautiful spring morning. The birds were singing in every bush; leaves and blades of grass were sprouting and everywhere small creatures were flying and crawling and working. Findus ran around scaring beetles. Old man Pettson was standing in the vegetable patch looking at and feeling the soil. “Now’s the right time”, he said. “Today we shall sow vegatables and set potatoes.” But Findus was of another opinion as to what the vegetable-patch should be used for. The hens too and even the cows wanted a say in the matter.