Once again wild berries don‘t fill them up. Maggy & Max lie beneath shrubberies and dwell on their thoughts. Maggy observes the clouds in the sky. How slowly they glide. How fascinating the different cloud types are. A movie theatre without buying a ticket. Max, you have to see it! Max takes his head off his paws and looks at her with intrigue. Maggy points to the sky. That cloud looks like a gooseberry. Don’t you agree? It looks more like a blowfish. Hm. What about that one? It looks like a chicken on a plate. How great would that be? Maggy’s stomach rumbles real loud. Unfortunately the cloud looks more like a raspberry on a plate. Max rests his head on his paws once more and dozes right off. Patience!
By the time we get the next chicken everything will be alright.