Findus and Pettson live in a red farmhouse, with a henhouse, workshop and toolshed set among forests, fields and meadows.
Old man Petterson was looking for a bag of fishing floats in the attic. Findus jumped on a large green canvas sausage, which bounced him downstairs.
“Why do you have such dangerous sausages lying about in the attic?” scolded Findus.
“That’s a tent,” Petterson said. He started to dream how much fun it would be to camp by the lake and grill fish over the fire as the sun set...
That’s not exactly how things turn out. But Findus, Petterson, and the hens try camping—in the garden.