Мэри Поппинс
Full Moon
Theyexpectsomethinglearnedfromapenguin,andIdon’twanttodisappointthem.Well,well—youmustn’tkeepme.Imustgetonwithit."Andwiththathehurriedaway,bitinghispencilandbendingoverhiscopy-book.
"Thisisallveryconfusing,"saidJane."Whosebirthdayisit,Iwonder?"
"Now,comealong,youtwo,comealong.Youwanttopayyourrespects,Isuppose,itbeingtheBirthdayandall!"saidavoicebehindthem,andturning,theysawtheBrownBearwhohadgiventhemtheirticketsatthegate.
"Oh,ofcourse!"saidJane,thinkingthatwasthesafestthingtosay,butnotknowingintheleastwhomtheyweretopaytheirrespectsto.
TheBrownBearputanarmroundeachofthemandpropelledthemalongthepath.Theycouldfeelhiswarmsoftfurbrushingagainsttheirbodiesandheartherumblingshisvoicemadeinhisstomachashetalked.
"Hereweare,hereweare!"saidtheBrownBear,stoppingbeforeasmallhousewhosewindowswereallsobrightlylitthatifithadn’tbeenamoonlightnightyouwouldhavethoughtthesunwasshining.TheBearopenedthedoorandgentlypushedthetwochildrenthroughit.
Thelightdazzledthematfirst,buttheireyessoonbecameaccustomedtoitandtheysawthattheywereintheSnakeHouse.Allthecageswereopenandthesnakeswereout—somecurledlazilyintogreatscalyknots,othersslippinggentlyaboutthefloor.Andinthemiddleofthesnakes,onalogthathadevidentlybeenbroughtfromoneofthecages,satMaryPoppins.JaneandMichaelcouldhardlybelievetheireyes.
