"Whitley Strieber - Cat Magic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Strieber Whitley)

not think he could stand it.

Sometimes the loneliness of his position was very hard to bear.

тАЬWe've got to get it out of the halter,тАЭ dark said, his voice full of testy eagerness. тАЬIt'll dehydrate. We
really don't need a damaged specimen, do we, folks.тАЭ

Bonnie broke away from George's hovering presence. тАЬI'll bag it and return it to the terrarium.тАЭ

тАЬThe isolate,тАЭ George said. тАЬAnd band it with the date and time. Under no circumstances do we mix this
little piece of gold up with the other beasties.тАЭ

The frog was soon in the awful, waterless pond with the magic walls. It knew what it had to do here. Sit.
A hop meant a hurt on the nose. The magic wall could not be seen, but it was as hard as the skin of a
floating log.

So the frog sat. Remembering its heaven was almost enough to make it turn itself inside out with agony. It
begged the golden frog to help.

I cannot!

Take me back, please.

I cannot!

Dried, dead flies scattered down, sticking to its nose. The frog's tongue did not go to get them.
Please, please.

I cannot!

The frog felt a cleaving that in higher things is called love, for the lost green water. All it could do, though,
was sit, inert and mute, silent.

Frogs are not made for anguish. Nor to have their deaths stolen from them. Nor to be dragged back
from their humble paradise.

Frogs are made for joy.

The Wolff Building crouched dark and ugly ahead. Nobody saw the incredible way the torn entered the
building, nor saw it slip down the corridor to just the right door.

But the instant the cat went through that door the frog knew.

The frog saw dangerous eyes on the other side of the magic wall. Once it would have hopped away from
such terrible eyes, but now it only sat, apathetic. In its brain there repeated the image of the deep water
and the golden lover it had lost.

Even when the huge black head of the torn came oozing right through the magic wall, the frog did not
hop. Had it understood the miracle involved in a cat pushing its head through solid glass without breaking
it, the frog might have jumped. But it did not understand the magic wall. As far as it knew, the only