"Robert Rankin - The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rankin Robert)

travellers, should they travel in a certain direction, would come to grief, would you not advise them
against it?'

'Of course I would,' said the lad. 'ButтАФ

'But me no buts. I have advised you. I have warned you of an inevitable consequence. What more can I
do?'

'You could be a little more specific,' said the lad, 'regarding the manner of this imminent and inevitable
doom that lies ahead for me.'

'That I cannot do.'

The traveller shrugged. 'So which wayis it to the city?' he asked.

'The city lies five miles to the south.' The fanner pointed. 'Cross yonder stile and follow the path. The
path leads eventually to the outskirts of the city, butтАФ

'Butme no buts,' said the lad. 'Thank you and farewell.'



The lad stepped carefully across the field of flowering crad, swung his long and agile legs over the stile
and proceeded southwards down the path. Sparrows sang in the hedgerows, trees raised their leafy arms
towards the sky of blue and the sun continued its shining down.

'A strange old breed are farmers,' said the lad to no one other than himself. 'And many folk hold to the
conviction that the rustic mind, attuned as it is to natural lore, possesses a raw wisdom which is denied to
the over-civilised city dweller, whose sophisticated intellect isтАФ'

But he said no more as he tripped upon something and then plunged forward and down.

And then down some more.



Presently he awoke from unconsciousness to find that he was lying at the bottom of a pit. Rubbing at his
head and peering blearily about, he became aware of a movement someways above. Looking up, he
espied the face of the farmer.

'Thank goodness,' said the lad. 'Please help me. I appear to have fallen into a hole.'

'You have fallen intomy hole,' said the farmer, 'the hole that a distant ancestor of mine dug to receive the
bodies of the foolhardy boys who failed to heed his advice.'

'Oh,' said the lad, rubbing some more at his head and blinking his bleary eyes.

'A hole maintained by and through generations, and now by myself. Although it would appear that I must
furnish its bottom with a few more sharpened spikes; you have missed those that there are, by the looks
of you.тАЩ