Мэри Поппинс
Bad Tuesday
Butinstead,therewerefourgiganticfiguresbearingdownuponhim—thebearwithhisfangsshowing,theMacawfiercelyflappinghiswings,thePandawithhisfuronend,theDolphinthrustingouthersnout.Fromallquartersoftheroomtheywererushinguponhim,theirshadowshugeontheceiling.Nolongerkindandfriendly,theywerenowfullofrevenge.Theirterribleangryfacesloomednearer.Hecouldfeeltheirhotbreathonhisface.
"Oh!Oh!"Michaeldroppedthecompass."MaryPoppins,helpme!"hescreamedandshuthiseyesinterror.
Andthensomethingenvelopedhim.Thegreatcreaturesandtheirgreatershadows,withamingledroarorsquawkoftriumph,flungthemselvesuponhim.Whatwasitthatheldhim,softandwarm,initssmotheringembrace?ThePolarBear’sfurcoat?TheMacaw’sfeathers?ThePanda’sfurhehadstrokedsogently?ThemotherDolphin’sflipper?Andwhatwashe—oritmightbeshe—planningtodotohim?Ifonlyhehadbeengood—ifonly!
"MaryPoppins!"hewailed,ashefelthimselfcarriedthroughtheairandsetdowninsomethingstillsofter.
"Oh,dearMaryPoppins!"
"Allright,allright.I’mnotdeaf,I’mthankfultosay—noneedtoshout,"heheardhersayingcalmly.
Heopenedoneeye.Hecouldseenosignofthefourgiganticfiguresofthecompass.Heopenedtheothereyetomakesure.No—notaglintofanyofthem.Hesatup.Helookedroundtheroom.Therewasnothingthere.
Thenhediscoveredthatthesoftthingthatwasroundhimwashisownblanket,andthesoftthinghewaslyingonwashisownbed
