"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 05 - The Predator (3)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

I threw up my trunk and
let
go of a trumpet
blast. It was the sound of a very angry elephant.
"You could have warned me," I heard Cassie
whisper. "I almost wet myself over here."
It took about three minutes before the trainer came
rushing into the pen. In the dark, all he
saw were the gray shapes of his elephants. I
wasn't
exactly hiding, because, let's face it, when you're
an elephant, you can't scrunch up and look
small. But I was staying back until he was all

way inside the pen.
Then . . .
I lunged forward, pushing two of the other
elephants aside.
The trainer gaped up at me. "What? What
the
...
?"
In a sudden, fluid movement, as he stared in
puzzlement, I wrapped my trunk around his waist.
"Hey! Hey! You're not one of my elephants!"
Here's the thing about elephant trunks. They
are so subtle that I can pick up an egg with my
trunk and never crack it. Or I can pick up a
tree and throw it across the yard.
Josep Something knew this.
I wrapped my trunk tightly around his waist and
then I lifted him up off the ground. His feet
kicked helplessly in the air. His arms pounded
weakly on my trunk.
I lifted him up till he was at my eye
level.
less-than Hi, Josepeagreater-than I said, using
thought-speak.
"What the . . . his Who? Who said that?
I'm
hearing voices!"
less-than Meeagreater-than I replied.
less-than like said it. See, Josep, I am from the
International Elephant Police. We have
had some complaints about you. greater-than
"This is crazy! This is crazy! What are you?
Is
this some sort of a joke?"
So I squeezed him a little tighter. Just enough
so he couldn't really breathe very well.