Пітер Пен і Венді
The Flight
’Thatistheawfulthing,John.Weshouldhavetogoon,forwedon’tknowhowtostop.’
Thiswastrue;Peterhadforgottentoshowthemhowtostop.
Johnsaidthatiftheworstcametotheworst,alltheyhadtodowastogostraighton,fortheworldwasround,andsointimetheymustcomebacktotheirownwindow.
’Andwhoistogetfoodforus,John?’
’Inippedabitoutofthateagle’smouthprettyneatly,Wendy.’
’Afterthetwentiethtry,’Wendyremindedhim.’Andeventhoughwebecamegoodatpickingupfood,seehowwebumpagainstcloudsandthingsifheisnotneartogiveusahand.’
Indeedtheywereconstantlybumping.Theycouldnowflystrongly,thoughtheystillkickedfartoomuch;butiftheysawacloudinfrontofthem,themoretheytriedtoavoidit,themorecertainlydidtheybumpintoit.IfNanahadbeenwiththem,shewouldhavehadabandageroundMichael’sforeheadbythistime.
Peterwasnotwiththemforthemoment,andtheyfeltratherlonelyuptherebythemselves.Hecouldgosomuchfasterthantheythathewouldsuddenlyshootoutofsight,tohavesomeadventureinwhichtheyhadnoshare.Hewouldcomedownlaughingoversomethingfearfullyfunnyhehadbeensayingtoastar,buthehadalreadyforgottenwhatitwas,orhewouldcomeupwithmermaidscalesstillstickingtohim,andyetnotbeabletosayforcertainwhathadbeenhappening.Itwasreallyratherirritatingtochildrenwhohadneverseenamermaid.
