"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 23 - The Pretender" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

I spilled air, changed the angle of attack, flipped my tail to aim, and
dropped, talons wide open, onto the baby rabbit.

It didn't see me!

Its mother did, but she was three feet away. Too far!

In seconds my talons would close . . .

Suddenly, I was scared, helpless, frozen with terror! Above me the wings
blotted out the sun. Huge, monstrous talons came down, like they were
reaching down from the sky itself.

7 I screamed in terror. I plowed into the ground, beak first. I was a
hawk again. But I had hit the dirt, missing my prey.

I flapped madly, panicked. I tried to catch air, then . . .

FWAPP!

Two big rabbit legs kicked and hit me across the side of my head,
snapping my head back so fast I almost blacked out.

There was dust in my eyes. I blinked, frantic, terrified. I saw the baby
rabbit hopping away. I saw the mother rabbit keeping station between it
and me. The mother gaped at me with one perfectly round eye. Her mouth
worked, her ears twitched.

She did not see the second shadow. The one that came up from behind her,
dropped, opened its talons, and flew away, dragging her baby to its death.

8

I was still hungry. And now I was shaken up, too. This was not the first
time I'd had a similar experience. It had started in the last couple of
weeks. Weird flashes like waking dreams. I would be closing in on my
prey and then, in that ultimate moment, I would feel my mind transferred
into that prey.

At least that's how it felt. I know it sounds crazy. But then, if you're
me, how can you even talk about crazy and sane?

Sometimes I wonder if the truth is that I'm some lunatic. I wonder if in
reality I'm a hopeless, raving madman locked in an asylum, merely
imagining that I am a hawk.

9 Maybe I'm wearing a straitjacket. Maybe I'm in a padded room in a row