Карлсон, который живет на крыше

Chapter 8

           Eric’smusclesallwenttenseandhegrippedthepillowhardNo!hereallymuststopimaginingthings.

           Butoncemoreheheardthelittleyappingsound.Ericbolteduprightinbed.

           "Isitadog?"hesaid."Isitarealdog?"

           "Yes,it’syourdog,"saidDaddy.

           ThenBobbyrushedoutintothehall,andasecondlaterhereturned,andinhisarmshewascarryingoh,itcouldn’tbetrue!Inhisarmshewascarryingasmall,wire-haireddachshundpuppy.

           "Isitmyrealdog?"whisperedEric.

           ThereweretearsstillinhiseyeswhenhestretchedouthisarmsforBimbo.Helookedasifhethoughtthepuppywouldatanymomentgoupinsmokeanddisappear.

           ButBimbodidnotdisappear.Bimbowasinhisarms,andBimbolickedhisfaceandwhinedandbarkedandsnappedatEric’sears.Bimbowasreallyreal.

           "Areyouhappynow,Eric?"askedDaddy.

           Ericsighed.HowcouldDaddyasksuchaquestion?Hewassohappythatithurtsomewhereinhissoul,orinhistummy,orwhereveritdoeshurtwhenyouareperfectlyhappy.

           "Yousee,Eric,thatvelvetdogwasmeanttobeatoyforBimbo,"saidBetty."Wedidn’tmeantobehorridnotvery,anyway,"sheadded.

           Ericforgaveeveryone.Besides,hewashardlylistening.HewastalkingtoBimbo.

           "Bimbo,littleBimbo,you’remydog!"

           ThenhesaidtoMommy,"IthinkBimboiscuterthanNicholson.Becausewire-haireddachshundsarethecutest,Ithink."

           ThenherememberedthatBridgetandChristopherwouldarriveanyminute.

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