"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 11 - The Forgotten (3)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)A classroom like any classroom. Like the classrooms I used to attend. I would have been one of the kids paying attention, but too shy to 4 volunteer. I was never very bold or aggressive. I was a bully-magnet, to tell you the truth. The kid most likely to get pounded. The kid from the home so screwed up that I ended up being shuttled back and forth between aunts and uncles who didn't even remember my name half the time. But that wasn't me anymore. 5 1 his is my life now. I accept it. And there are some very nice things about being a bird. Some very nice things. Well-fed and full of energy, I flapped across the meadow, gaining altitude the hard way - with sheer muscle power. I swept above the trees and fought my way higher still. Out beyond my own territory. Higher and higher. And then I felt the air billowing up beneath me. A beautiful thermal. A pillar of warm air that rose up from the ground as it was heated by the sun. I swept into that warm air and it lifted me I turned and turned within that warm current, 6 twisting higher and higher, till I was nothing but a speck to the tiny humans on the ground. Up and up, till the only sound was the wind ruffling across my feathers. I caught a glimpse back down behind me. A glimpse of a strange creature that looked like a blue deer at first. Until you saw the head with its extra stalk eyes mounted on top. And the slashing, scorpion tail. Aximili-Esgarrouth-lsthill. The only Andalite alive on Earth. My friend. Or as much of a friend as you can be, when one of you is a Bird-boy and the other is an alien. across grass and leaves, and the crushed vegetation is absorbed up through his hooves. till I was over houses. They were just little squares of gray and orange and brown roofs. Tiny swimming pools glittered an unnatural blue. I saw |
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