In the little house it was warm.
Nora was knitting, Pip was playing.
Each of the gnomes was a bit unsociable,
Very serious and busy with his own affairs.
Outside the window a storm was roaring,
Rattling like a rascal on the pots and pans!
The drizzle began to drip, and it wants to misbehave.
Well, can you blame the little boy?
They put on a whole concert!
If you're outside, you'd better run!
Hide under a roof right now,
Be you a poet or a lumberjack.
Or water will splash into your boots.
You'll be soaked like a leaf,
That clings to the trees to stay warm.
You need a roof. Hurry, hurry!
The little hare would have been lost,
But he spotted the wonderful little house.
And in the little house it was warm,
Nora was knitting, Pip was playing.
Who is knocking so timidly at their door?
Maybe it's the rain? But someone is silent.
Still, the knock repeated. No doubt now,
Who came? They need an answer from the guest.
Nora, leaving her ball of yarn on the chair,
Called out, “Who?”, not hurrying to the door.
“Auntie, let me in! I'm a little hare. I'm soaked through,
I barely escaped a wolf, I did.”
Nora doesn't know what to do:
“Dear, we gnomes don't like to make friends.
And trouble is not something we need here...”
“Auntie, who else can I turn to?
I'm lost, and I'm so cold...
Maybe my fear will melt away in my sleep,
But where can I sleep? All around is only water.
I'll probably never get home...”
Just then Pip runs to the door:
“We're gnomes, of course. Grandma, sorry,
But we're not rocks. And whoever is in trouble,
We will help them always and everywhere.”
Nora sighed: “Grandchild, you're right.
I've quite forgotten our manners.
Our dear little hare, come in quickly,
Don't be shy, take a maple cookie.”
Yes, gnomes can sometimes be rough.
We keep to ourselves, we don't like trouble.
But we won't turn you away, we'll help now.
Forgive us, little bunny, please.
In the little house it was warm.
Nora was knitting, Pip was playing.
Beside them a little bunny rolled a toy truck.
A moment of priceless friendship reigned.
