The river that bathed the vegetable fields has dried up, only stones remain. But the committed vegetables do not let themselves be put down: they raise their roots and set out in a procession in search of water. They climb hills, cross stony ground, manage to avoid a hungry rabbit and, after a long journey, finally hear the voice of the water and run happily to meet it…. Haowever it was not the water that spoke, but its Spirit, which finally shows them the way to reach it.
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