Мэри Поппинс
The Dancing Cow
"Howverypeculiar!"Butshecouldn’tstop.
InthemorningshewasstilldancingandtheRedCalfhadtotakeitsbreakfastofdandelionsallbyitselfbecausetheRedCowcouldnotremainstillenoughtoeat.
Allthroughthedayshedanced,upanddownthemeadowandroundandroundthemeadow,withtheRedCalfmooingpiteouslybehindher.Whenthesecondnightcame,andshewasstillatitandstillcouldnotstop,shegrewveryworried.Andattheendofaweekofdancingshewasnearlydistracted.
"ImustgoandseetheKingaboutit,"shedecided,shakingherhead.
SoshekissedherRedCalfandtoldittobegood.ThensheturnedanddancedoutofthemeadowandwenttotelltheKing.
Shedancedalltheway,snatchinglittlespraysofgreenfoodfromthehedgesasshewent,andeveryeyethatsawherstaredwithastonishment.ButnoneofthemweremoreastonishedthantheRedCowherself.
AtlastshecametothePalacewheretheKinglived.Shepulledthebell-ropewithhermouth,andwhenthegateopenedshedancedthroughitandupthebroadgardenpathtillshecametotheflightofstepsthatledtotheKing’sthrone.
UponthistheKingwassitting,busilymakinganewsetofLaws.HisSecretarywaswritingthemdowninalittlerednote-book,oneafteranother,astheKingthoughtofthem.TherewereCourtiersandLadies-in-Waitingeverywhere,allverygorgeouslydressedandalltalkingatonce.
"HowmanyhaveImadetoday?"askedtheKing,turningtotheSecretary.TheSecretarycountedtheLawshehadwrittendownintherednote-book.
