On the green meadow, the stream splashes next to the little wooden bridge. Knusperlin places a hoof on the first board. Then a deep voice rumbles from beneath the bridge: "Who is stomping over my blanket?" Knusperlin jumps back and stares under the boards.
Under the bridge, it is shady and cool. Only dark shadows dance in the sparkling water between the boards. The stream continues to splash between stones and reeds.
Knusperlin leans down and peeks through the cracks. Again, the voice rumbles, and a leaf rustles on the bank. Knusperlin flinches, then takes a long reed and gently taps against the wood.
Tap. "Not so loud!" calls the deep voice. With the third tap, suddenly a fat frog jumps out from under the bridge and croaks: "Rumble-croak!" Knusperlin blinks at first — and then Knusperlin has to laugh.
Now Knusperlin looks very closely. The thick boards at the edge look strong. Knusperlin takes wide, firm steps only there and walks calmly over the bridge, while below the sound of "Rumble-croak!" continues.
On the other side, Knusperlin stops and waves happily over. Soon all the siblings are trotting over the bridge. The meadow shines bright green, the stream splashes brightly, and Knusperlin's laughter sounds louder than the deep voice under the bridge.
