Читать книгу The Story of Doctor Dolittle / История Доктора Дулиттла. Уровень 1 - Хью Джон Лофтинг, Хью Лофтинг - Страница 3

One day the Doctor was sitting in his kitchen and talking with the meat seller. He came to see him with a stomach-ache.

“Why don’t you give up being a people’s doctor, and be an animal-doctor?” asked the meat seller.

The parrot, Polynesia, was sitting in the window looking out at the rain and singing a song to herself. She stopped singing and started to listen.

“You know all about animals,” the meat seller went on, “much more than what these here vets do. That book you wrote about cats is wonderful! If I could read or write myself, I would too write some books. But my wife, Theodosia, can read so she read your book to me. Well, it’s wonderful—that’s all I can say—wonderful. You know the way cats think as if you were a cat yourself. And listen: you can make a lot of money doctoring animals. Do you know that? I’d send all the old women who had sick cats or dogs to you. And if they didn’t get sick fast enough, I could put something in the meat I sell ’em[3] to make ’em sick, see?”

“Oh, no,” said the Doctor quickly. “You must not do that. That’s not right.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean real sick,” answered the meat seller. “Just a little something to make them look tired. But as you say, maybe it’s not quite fair on the animals. But they’ll get sick anyway, because the old women always give ’em too much to eat. And look, there are many farmers who have lame horses and weak lambs. They would come too. Be an animal-doctor.”

When the meat seller left, the parrot flew on to the Doctor’s table and said,

“That man is right. That’s what you should do. Be an animal-doctor. Silly people don’t have enough brains to see you’re the best doctor in the world. Take care of animals instead—they’ll soon find it out. Be an animal-doctor.”

“Oh, there are plenty of animal-doctors,” said John Dolittle and put the flower-pots outside the window to get the rain.

“Yes, there are plenty,” said Polynesia. “But none of them are any good at all. Now listen, Doctor, and I’ll tell you something. Did you know that animals can talk?”

“I knew that parrots can talk,” said the Doctor.

“Oh, we parrots can talk in two languages—people’s language and bird-language,” said Polynesia proudly. “If I say, ‘Polly wants a snack,’ you understand me. But hear this: Ka-ka oi-ee, fee-fee?”

“What does that mean?” asked the Doctor.

“That means, ‘Is the porridge hot yet?’—in bird-language.”

“My! You don’t say so!” said the Doctor. “You never talked that way to me before.”

“I never did.” said Polynesia, shaking some crumbs off her left wing. “Because I knew you wouldn’t understand me.”

“Tell me some more,” said the Doctor, all excited. Then he rushed over to the drawer and got himself a book and a pencil. “Now don’t go too fast—and I’ll write it down. This is something quite new! Give me the letters A, B and C in the Birds’ first—slowly now.”

So that was the way the Doctor learned that animals had a language of their own and could talk to one another. And all that afternoon, while it was raining, Polynesia sat on the kitchen table and gave him bird words. The Doctor carefully put them down in the book.

At tea-time, when the dog, Jip, came in, the parrot said to the Doctor, “See, he’s talking to you.”

“Looks to me as though he were scratching his ear,” said the Doctor.

“But animals don’t always speak with their mouths,” said the parrot and raised her eyebrows. “They talk with their ears, with their feet, with their tails—with everything. Sometimes they don’t want to make a noise. Do you see now the way he’s moving his nose to a side?”

“What does that mean?” asked the Doctor.

“He is asking you, ‘Is it still raining?’” Polynesia answered. “Dogs nearly always use their noses for asking questions.”

After a while, with the parrot’s help, the Doctor learned the language of the animals. Now he could talk to them himself and understand everything they said. Then he gave up being a people’s doctor altogether.

Soon the meat seller told everyone that John Dolittle became an animal-doctor. Old ladies began to bring him their pet dogs who ate too much cake; and farmers came many miles to show him sick cows and sheep.

One day someone brought a horse to him. The poor thing was terribly glad to find a man who could talk in horse-language.

“You know, Doctor,” said the horse, “that vet over the hill knows nothing at all. I tried to tell him I am going blind in one eye. But he couldn’t understand a word of horse-language. What I need is glasses. There’s no reason why horses shouldn’t wear glasses, the same as people.”

“Of course—of course,” said the Doctor. “I’ll get you some at once.”

“I would like a pair like yours,” said the horse, “only green. They’ll keep the sun out of my eyes while I’m working in the field.”

“Okay,” said the Doctor. “I’ll get you green ones.”

“You know, Sir, sadly everyone thinks”, said the horse before he left, “everyone thinks he can doctor animals—just because the animals don’t complain. Actually, it takes a much cleverer man to be a really good animal-doctor than it does to be a good people’s doctor. My farmer’s boy thinks he knows all about horses. If only you saw him! His face is so fat that he looks as though he has no eyes. And he has as much brain as a potato-bug. He tried to put a mustard-plaster on me last week.”

“Where did he put it?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh, he didn’t put it anywhere on me,” said the horse. “He only tried to. I kicked him into the duck-pond.”

“Well, well!” said the Doctor.

“I’m usually pretty quiet,” said the horse, “and very patient with people. It was bad enough to have that vet giving me the wrong medicine. But when that red-faced idiot tried to put that mustard-plaster on me, I just couldn’t bear it anymore.”

“Did you hurt the boy much?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh, no,” said the horse. “I kicked him in the right place. The vet’s looking after him now. When will my glasses be ready?”

“I’ll have them for you next week,” said the Doctor. “Come in again Tuesday—Good morning!”

Then John Dolittle got a fine, big pair of green glasses. Now the horse stopped going blind in one eye and could see as well as ever.

And soon it became a common sight[4] to see farm-animals who wore glasses in the country round Puddleby. And a blind horse was a thing unknown.

Soon, all the other animals started to come to see him. When they found out he could talk their language, they told him where the pain was and how they felt. And of course it was easy for him to cure them. Now whenever any creatures got sick—even the little things like field-mice and bats—came at once to his house on the edge of the town. His big garden was nearly always crowded with animals trying to get in to see him.

There were so many that came that he had to have special doors made for the different kinds. He wrote “HORSES” over the front door, “COWS” over the side door, and “SHEEP” on the kitchen door. Even the mice had a tiny tunnel made for them into the cellar. There they waited patiently in rows for the Doctor to come round to them.

And so, in a few years, every living thing for miles and miles got to know about John Dolittle. And the birds who flew to other countries in the winter told the animals there of the wonderful doctor who could understand their talk. In this way he became famous among the animals all over the world. And he was happy and liked his life very much.

One afternoon when the Doctor was busy writing in a book, Polynesia sat in the window. She was looking out at the leaves blowing about in the garden. Then she laughed aloud.

“What is it, Polynesia?” asked the Doctor and looked up from his book.

“I was just thinking,” said the parrot. Then she went on looking at the leaves.

“What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about people,” said Polynesia. “People make me sick. They think they’re so smart. The world is thousands years old now, isn’t it? And the only thing in animal-language that people know is that when a dog wags his tail he means ‘I’m glad!’ You are the very first man to talk like us. Oh, sometimes people annoy me very much. And they think animals are dumb! I knew a bird once who could say ‘Good morning!’ in seven different ways. And this is without once opening his mouth. He could talk every language, even Greek. An old professor with a gray beard bought him. But he didn’t stay. He said the old man didn’t talk Greek right. He just couldn’t stand listening to him teach the language wrong. I often wonder what he does now. That bird knew more geography than people will ever know. People! If people ever learn to fly—like any common bird—they will never shut their mouth about that!”

“You’re a wise old bird,” said the Doctor. “How old are you really? I know that parrots and elephants sometimes live very, very long.”

“I don’t know exactly,” said Polynesia. “It’s either a hundred and eighty-three or a hundred and eighty-two. Truly, I saw a lot in my life-time!”