Petson, Findus and the commotion in the garden

It was a fine spring morning. Birds sang in each bush, grass grew, covered with tree leaves, and small insects flew, crawled and fluttered everywhere.
Cat Findus faded around and killed the beetles. Grandpa Patson stood in the garden, examining the ground and kneading it in his hand. "It's time," he said. "Today you can sow vegetables and plant potatoes." However, Findus had a different opinion on what the garden could be used for. In addition, both chickens and cows had their own convincing view. So one way or another, but everything happened very unusually.