"Bruce Holland Rogers - Green Lawns" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rogers Bruce Holland)

came for me.
They chloroformed me. Doesn't that seem like an old-fashioned sort of thing to do? They held a wad
of cotton against my face until I couldn't help but breathe. And I woke up here.
It's the cage in Waxman's back yard, the thing I had thought was a tree house. It's a cube of steel
mesh, six feet by six feet and twenty feet off the ground.
On the afternoon of my first day, Waxman came out to see me. He told me they had watered my lawn
through the night, really soaked it, and it was already looking better.
Waxman looked better, too.
Then he told me that he was sorry about this. They all were. But it sometimes happened that
somebody tried to move into the neighborhood and just couldn't fit in. And that was a problem.
I said, "Let me out of here, John."
He said, "Dick, I'm real sorry, but I just can't do that."
And he went inside to watch Ozzie and Harriet. That was the last I've seen of him, except sometimes
when I glimpse him through the leaves, watering his lawn.
It's been four days. Four hot days. I never knew thirst could hurt like this. Even my eyes feel pasty and
dry.
Somewhere on the other side of the houses, I hear voices. I hear the jangling of the ice cream bell.
And all around, I hear the hiss of lawn sprinklers. I can smell the water.
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