A Neugrabener poison tester had many loyal, poor beagle dogs. One of it was particularly bad: emaciated, sore eyes, at the end of strength after test after test. Then the experimenter thought of hanging it on the hook. But the Beagle noticed it, forced its way past the barbed wire and fled to the Alster. There he hoped to find a place of freedom, without poison.
After walking for a while, he saw a monkey in a narrow air cargo box from Mauritius - fallen from a truck, addressed to a would-be researcher from Bremen.
"Well, what are you yapping, monkey?" asked the beagle. "Oh," said the monkey, "they want to get into my brain: wire it up, chip it and in the end it's cut up. So I rocked so that my wooden prison fell." – "You know what?" said the Beagle, "come with me to the city of freedom, to the Alster. No one will chase after us and we will become musicians. Come with me and joyn me. I play the lute and you hit the kettledrum."
The monkey was satisfied and together they moved on. It wasn't long before a rabbit climbed out of a garbage can. "What's the matter with you, why are you getting out of the bin and looking so scared?" asked the Beagle. "Who can be funny when you live in a tight box and they want to touch your eyes for a new cream? So I pretended to be dead and ended up in the plastic surgeon's bin. Where should I go?" asked the rabbit. "Go with us to the Venice of the North. You know how to whistle and knock, so you can become a town musician."
The three laboratory fugitives then passed a breeding facility. A rat sat on the gate and screamed with all her strength. "You scream so loud," said the Beagle, "what are you going to do?" – "I always had to have new children. Everyone found their way into the glass boxes. Now I'm old and worthless, so they wanted to feed me to the snakes. I went through the crack in the door and on to the gate and don't know how to go back or ahead! "Said the rat. "Now I'm screaming at the top of my lung as long as I can" – "Oh what, you Incisor," said the Beagle, "you'd better go away with us, we're going to the water, to the fresh breeze. You can find something better than death everywhere. You have a good voice and if we make music together, it´s on of a kind."
The rat-lady accepted the suggestion, and all four of them left together.