"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 32 - The Separation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

me. A shower of spray hit me and all of a sudden it wasn't refreshing,
it was scary. The force of the water nearly knocked me off my feet.

Which was easier to do since my feet were disappearing. My thighs grew
thick. My arms thickened as well, forming chubby cones.

Arm, arm, leg, leg. And here was the gross part: My head was morphing to
become the fifth leg. It turns out starfish don't exactly have heads.
They have a mouth more or less in the middle, a bunch of wiggly little
feet that look like suckers, and the five big cone legs.

10 That's about it for a starfish. A cockroach, by comparison, is a
model of sophisticated design.

I went blind. Totally. No eyes at all.

It occurred to me to wonder how exactly I expected to find an earring
when I couldn't see, but I assumed the starfish would have other
compensating senses.

Nope. Not really.

It could feel. It could sort of smell. It could scoot around on its many
tiny little feet. If it happened, mostly by accident, to crawl onto
something tasty I guess it could eat it. But that was pretty much it for
the starfish.

Well, I told myself, / might be able to feel the earring.

I motored my many little feet. Down, down, slithering down wet rock.

<0kay, this is stupid. An unfamiliar morph in a hole in the rock. Not
your brightest move, Rachel.>

Then my foot - one of them, anyway - touched something thin and hard and
round.

Amazing! I had stumbled onto the earring. It took me another ten minutes
to get my useless little mouth to grab the earring. I headed back up. At
least I hoped it was up.

I climbed up over the lip of the pool, out into relative dryness. I
focused my mind on morphing and began to -

WHAM!

11 Something hit me. Hit me hard.

The starfish didn't have much in the way of pain sensors but I still
knew, the starfish knew, deep down, that it was very, very badly hurt.