Dean and the Mushroom Weasel - страница 3

“It’s none of your business,

smelly cat

!” Dean said.

“Is it a new insult? One thing has always amazed me. Your brain is so tiny, but it’s filled with thoughts about me. I appreciate that. No offense taken.”

“Out of my sight! The ham thief can’t be trusted,” the dog exploded a second time; his eyes were gleaming with anger.

“I’ve just wanted to help you,” the cat murmured.

“Do I look like I need your help?” Dean snapped at him.

“The case has become more personal. Will he seek revenge?” Fluffy wondered. “You look extremely fragile. I feel that you are scared,” the cat muttered, “You desperately want to share your hidden fears with someone.”

“Do I?” Dean the Dog looked puzzled.

“Sure, you do. Confess your fears. You’ll feel relieved,” the cunning cat hissed.

“I’m going deep into the woods. There are UNKNOWN BEASTS there. I have a nagging suspicion that they aren’t friendly,” the dog groaned.

“Let me guess, you couldn’t have seen them yourself. I'm assuming the involvement of a third party. Daisy! I bet you’ve listened to her shoelace stories about monstrous beasts.”

“Have you ever come face to face with the beasts in the woods? Are they scary? Is it possible to escape from them?”

“They’re dangerous and creepy. By the way, I can draw you the beast I saw when I walked in the woods.”

“It will be very helpful!” Dean brightened instantly.

Fluffy scribbled the image of the beast.

“This one isn’t scary.” The dog was disappointed. “Either you’re a poor painter, or you’re misleading me.”

“Of course, it isn’t. It’s the tamed beast!” the cat scoffed.

“Who tamed it?” Dean seemed very interested. The cat felt glorious. That was the question he was waiting for. He came up with a story of Brodie the Brave.

“

Let me show you a portrait,” Fluffy said in a low voice, “It is old, torn, faded. But I treasure it.”

“This is my father. His name was Brodie. Once he spent two horrid nights in the woods and survived,” Fluffy said.

“How did he escape from the beasts?” Dean asked.

“He was a strong-willed sorcerer. He never lost courage and hope. He was able to tame the furious beasts.”

“Oh, TAME them?” the dog was bewildered.

“Sure, he could make them do what he wanted,” the cat affirmed. “Furious beasts danced to music in almost human fashion when Brodie wanted to be entertained.”