The field guard of Rátot finds a pumpkin. He never saw anything like that, and neither had the members of the village council. The council decides that this is a horse egg and the members of the council take turns in hatching the egg. After a futile period, they become tired of it, and push the egg down the hill. It rolls under a bush, breaks into pieces and disturbs a hare. The man of Rátót happily observe: the little foal is running away...
