Мэри Поппинс
Full Moon
Tonightyoureceivethem,"saidtheBear,smiling.
Michaelhadbeenregardinghimclosely.
"Irememberyou,"hesaidtotheBear."Ioncegaveyouatinofgoldensyrup."
"Youdid,"saidtheBear."Andyouforgottotakethelidoff.Doyouknow,Iwasmorethantendaysworkingatthatlid?Bemorecarefulinthefuture."
"Butwhyaren’tyouinyourcage?Areyoualwaysoutatnight?"saidMichael.
"No—onlywhentheBirthdayfallsonaFullMoon.But—youmustexcuseme.Imustattendtothegate."AndtheBearturnedawayandbegantospinthehandleoftheturnstileagain.
JaneandMichael,holdingtheirtickets,walkedonintotheZoogrounds.Inthelightofthefullmooneverytreeandflowerandshrubwasvisible,andtheycouldseethehousesandcagesquiteclearly.
"Thereseemstobealotgoingon,"observedMichael.
And,indeed,therewas.Animalswererunningaboutinallthepaths,sometimesaccompaniedbybirdsandsometimesalone.Twowolvesranpastthechildren,talkingeagerlytoaverytallstorkwhowastip-toeingbetweenthemwithdainty,delicatemovements.JaneandMichaeldistinctlycaughtthewords"Birthday"and"FullMoon"astheywentby.
Inthedistancethreecamelswerestrollingalongsidebyside,andnotfarawayabeaverandanAmericanvultureweredeepinconversation.Andtheyallseemedtothechildrentobediscussingthesamesubject.
"WhoseBirthdayisit,Iwonder?"saidMichael,butJanewasmovingahead,gazingatacurioussight.
