The Wolf’s wife gave birth to three little cubs and then died.
“You poor children!” Pekka said, “your mother is dead and there is no one to take her place. I must get you a nurse.”
So he went through the forest hunting some one to take care of his motherless cubs. The white Grouse offered her services but, when she sang a lullaby to show what a good nurse she could be, Pekka shook his head.
“I don’t like your voice,” he said. “I can’t take you.”
Then Jussi, the Hare, applied for the position.
“You know I’m lame,” he said, “so quiet work like nursing would suit me.”
“Can you sing lullabies?” Pekka asked.
“Oh, yes! Listen!” and Jussi began squealing.
“Stop!” Pekka cried. “I don’t like your voice either.”