Of course, he had promised Dous that he would make an apple pie for dinner. His friend Polikarp was their guest tonight and he was crazy about apple pie. However, Zakominous had spent the afternoon digging in his garden and now felt a little tired. But since he still had time before he started cooking, he leaned his crutch against the large pot with the rosemary and lay down in the shade of the cherry tree, where the temperature was perfect for a nap. "Aaaahhh..." It was so nice lying flat out on the clover! Among the clusters, Zakominous watched the lilacs and the hawthorn that was full of rosy buds. The grass was just the way he liked it: somewhat wild, mowed only occasionally, mostly for the lovely scent of the cut grass drying in the sun. Zakominous yawned and took one last look at the wall, which was covered in moss, there, behind the tiny blue flowers that were his favorites.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a buried memory popped up from his mind. The memory of an amazing thing! A thing he had never spoken about before. That he had forgotten for an eternity. "Listen to this," said Zakominous, yawning even more. "How could I have forgotten something like that? When I remind Polikarp... he will surely..." But Zakominous closed his eyes completely and sank into a sweet sleep.