Пітер Пен і Венді
The Flight
’Areyoushot?’Johnwhisperedtremulously.
’Ihaven’ttriedyet,’Michaelwhisperedback.
Weknownowthatnoonehadbeenhit.Peter,however,hadbeencarriedbythewindoftheshotfarouttosea,whileWendywasblownupwardswithnocompanionbutTinkerBell.
ItwouldhavebeenwellforWendyifatthatmomentshehaddroppedthehat.
Idon’tknowwhethertheideacamesuddenlytoTink,orwhethershehadplanneditontheway,butsheatoncepoppedoutofthehatandbegantolureWendytoherdestruction.
Tinkwasnotallbad:or,rather,shewasallbadjustnow,but,ontheotherhand,sometimesshewasallgood.Fairieshavetobeonethingortheother,becausebeingsosmalltheyunfortunatelyhaveroomforonefeelingonlyatatime.Theyare,however,allowedtochange,onlyitmustbeacompletechange.AtpresentshewasfullofjealousyofWendy.WhatshesaidinherlovelytinkleWendycouldnotofcourseunderstand,andIbelievesomeofitwasbadwords,butitsoundedkind,andsheflewbackandforward,plainlymeaning’Followme,andallwillbewell.’
WhatelsecouldpoorWendydo?ShecalledtoPeterandJohnandMichael,andgotonlymockingechoesinreply.ShedidnotyetknowthatTinkhatedherwiththefiercehatredofaverywoman.Andso,bewildered,andnowstaggeringinherflight,shefollowedTinktoherdoom.
