“—Moooo!— Mooed Cock Marti, perched on the roof. But after hearing his voice, he stopped singing, surprised. Had he mooed? He? A cook? It couldn’t be.” “Any other day, at that moment, Tomàs would have uttered ‘my God!’, but what’s happening here? But today was not a normal day. And when he began to speak, from the Labrador’s could only be heard: “Quac-quac! Quac-quac, quac-quac, quac?” A fun and crazy story that confronts an important identity problem that the king of the country, Panxagrossa, tries to resolve by following the instructions of the Witch Quinapor and with the hummingbirds’ help.