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It's very peaceful on the farm on the Land of Peace: All the animals there – the horses, cows and sheep, the cats, geese, peacocks, ducks, hens and doves – are allowed to live together as one big farm family, without being afraid of being slaughtered and until the their lives come to a natural end.

Conspicuous thereby is that many animals stop behaving shyly: for example, instead several wild pigs pay regular visits to the farm to observe the harvesting work. Piglets dine with the hens and drink from the same water containers.

One of the leaders, a grown boar that responds to the name Thyrinus, proved to be especially understanding:

When a gardener began to plant a large fruit plantation and became somewhat despondent while working, the "wild animal" came unexpectedly out of the woods, calmly ap- proached the gardener, sniffed him encourag- ingly, ate a few corn cobs, plucked an apple from a tree and finally lay down nearby in the grass. Now the work could progress with his support. Master Thyrinus appeared during the following days to repeat the "therapy."

Peaceableness can be so infectious that even cocks make peace: When two hens made their first excursions with their chicks, they began to skirmish with other. It didn't take long until one of the two roosters rushed to the scene and intervened. He drove apart the hens that were acting all-too "human" and really scolded them, until they left off fighting and peacefully moved on followed by their chicks.

The story of Vasry also demonstrates what a peaceable atmosphere can bring about. This story is about a young "Sprinter," as the wild piglets are called here on the farm. He had obviously injured his left hind leg and was limping. He separated himself from the rest of the piglets, left the woods and sought refuge on the farm. No one really knew what was wrong with him. But he knew how to help himself: He crept into the shade under the branches of a tree, for it was mid-summer and very hot. We gave him something to eat, but at first could not see what the therapy consisted of. Only after the sprinter always lay in the same place, did those living on the farm realize that he lay in such a way that the injured leg stuck out from under the branches and the sun shone on it. He was using the solar energy as a source of healing. And with great success. He recovered slowly, but steadily, as we could see from his attempts to walk. But it was not only the quite and security of his resting place and the warming sun that helped him to recuperate, but other helpers also participated. After a short time, we could see that the mighty rooster, the "Indian," and his flock of hens visited him, and carried out lively conversations with him. And when the sun was at its highest point, the visitors and the patient took a mid-day nap together. This became a regular process. Always when the chickens took their walk, they stopped by Vasry and at least one hen remained with him while the others moved on. Soon another visitor showed up.

The "sick bed" was located at then edge of the path that led from the stable of the Arabian horses to the pasture. So one day the fiery Arabian stallion Amahl appeared. He stood there very calmly and looked at Vasry for a long time. He also remained very quiet and looked Amahl in the eye for a long time. Apparently, the two had quite a bit to tell each other and the friendship did not remain without results: When there were apple snacks again, which Amahl really loves, he left one apple, nudged his animal keeper and nodded his head several times in Vasry's direction, who was already sleeping again. Never before had Amahl left an apple uneaten. But when asked if the apple were for Vasry, he nodded yes and the apple was left by the sprinter's water dish. When he awakened he ate the apple with great gusto. Soon Vasry was feeling better; he walked about the farmyard, inspecting everything that could be of interest – not lastly the kitchen door and the chicken's feeding places. After some time, he had totally recuperated and rejoined the other sprinters in the woods.

Hercules was a totally different kind of patient. When we found him, he was tiny and weighed barely 50 g. He must have fallen out of the nest somehow and rolled under some bushes. "Where is my mama? I'm getting cold! And I'm also hungry and thirsty!"

The baby squirrel, naked and blind, was obviously asking for help and let himself be cuddled in two warm hands. A cozy nest was soon made for him, consisting of walnut leaves, dry moss, hay and nuts, so that it smelled like home. A hot-water bottle wrap- ped in a towel provided the proper warmth for the nest. What does one feed squirrel babies? With milk, like one gives to little babies, and with minerals and vitamins dissolved in water.

The first nights were an adventure. The baby was obviously a strong guy – therefore his name. He wanted his bottle every three hours. He was weighed every day to make sure we were doing the right thing.

The biggest things about Hercules were his nose and his paws, with which he greedily looked for the milk dropper. He held it firmly with both his little hands and sucked strongly, and then fell into a deep sleep, sometimes already while he drank, prefer- ably in a warm, cozy hand. He became in- creasingly strong and grew faster than any- thing found in books on the subject.

He was also totally healthy. After some time he slept through the night and gradually got used to eating thin porridge. What he liked best was to stand on all fours in the porridge, and afterward only a sixth of it had been eaten, the rest being distributed equally on Hercules, his caregivers and the surroundings. Shortly thereafter he learned to keep his balance and began to sniff and lick the first nuts between his forefeet.
It took a while before he learned to use his little teeth. Still somewhat awkward, he tried to explore his little aviary, which was set up with branches and twigs. Then he began to crack sunflower seeds himself, to eat nuts and feast on apples. He soon leapt surely from branch to branch, so fast that one could hardly keep their eye on him.

Hercules developed splendidly and when he was big enough the aviary door was left open. Now he leads his own squirrel life, presumably in a nearby woods.