Field, wide field. This is a home for many small and not small residents of our birch forest. Here, unlike the thickets and thickets, their passions boil, their stories happen, their dates are celebrated. But if all this exists, then there will certainly be creatures who want to know everything that is happening nearby. Some for their own safety, some, on the contrary, to find out who can be attacked nearby, and some just for fun. And if there are people who want to know the news, then there is a newspaper in which this news is published.