*It seems someone forcibly tore off this sheet of paper from a book.*
The four poor animals all had rumbling stomachs and had no energy left to think.
"We can give you a good performance. Would that be enough for a simple meal?"
The hotel owner thought briefly and smiled kindly at the four animals.
"I didn't take you to be artists! How can I possibly take your money?"
The four musicians became delighted at this: What a nice owner!
Then, the owner led the four friends into a private room.
"What would you like to eat? Why not come with me to the kitchen to have a look?"
Everyone was too hungry to move, and only the old rooster was still lively.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo, how wonderful! Everyone sit tight, I'll pick out our dinner!"
The rooster happily headed to the kitchen with the owner, and the rest of the friends waited patiently in the room.
Soon, the old hound smelled the scent of food with its sharp nose.
"Woof woof woof, quick, sniff! This smells delicious!"
The old donkey had a big nose, and it smelled lots of the scent.
"Neigh neigh neigh, indeed! What food could be so tasty?"
The wise old cat tried recalling food it had eaten before.
"Meow meow meow, this is good! It's the scent of animal fat! We're in for a good treat!"
The owner then returned with a pot of fragrant soup.
"Friends! Enjoy this fowl and ginseng soup!"
And that was how the story of the four musicians in Belobog ended.
*There was a comment at the bottom of the page in elegant handwriting: "What kind of ending is this? ...I'm gonna write an ending for this story myself."*