Мэри Поппинс
The Dancing Cow
Sheherselfshotupwardsthroughthesky,withthestarsspinningaroundherlikegreatgoldenplates,andpresently,inblindinglight,shefeltthecoldraysofthemoonuponher.Sheshuthereyesasshewentoverit,andasthedazzlinggleampassedbehindherandshebentherheadtowardstheearthagain,shefeltthestarslipdownherhorn.Withagreatrushitfelloffandwentrollingdownthesky.Anditseemedtoherthatasitdisappearedintothedarknessgreatchordsofmusiccamefromitandechoedthroughtheair.
InanotherminutetheRedCowhadlandedontheearthagain.TohergreatsurpriseshefoundthatshewasnotintheKing’sgardenbutinherowndandelionfield.
Andshehadstoppeddancing!Herfeetwereassteadyasthoughtheyweremadeofstoneandshewalkedassedatelyasanyotherrespectablecow.Quietlyandserenelyshemovedacrossthefield,beheadinghergoldensoldiersasshewenttogreettheRedCalf.
"I’msogladyou’reback!"saidtheRedCalf."I’vebeensolonely."
TheRedCowkisseditandfelltomunchingthemeadow.Itwasherfirstgoodmealforaweek.Andbythetimeherhungerwassatisfiedshehadeatenupseveralregiments.Afterthatshefeltbetter.Shesoonbegantoliveherlifejustexactlyasshehadliveditbefore.
Atfirstsheenjoyedherquietregularhabitsverymuch,andwasgladtobeabletoeatherbreakfastwithoutdancingandtoliedowninthegrassandsleepatnightinsteadofcurtseyingtothemoonuntilthemorning.
Butafteralittleshebegantofeeluncomfortableanddissatisfied.
