Читать книгу Mimi and the Mountain Dragon - Michael Morpurgo - Страница 6

Wrapped up on their sleds, they blow whistles, shake rattles, or bang away on their tambourines.

We troop through the village until we’re out on the snow-covered slopes right under the mountain, all of us banging and clanging, shouting our defiance, letting that beastly Mountain Dragon know

just how we feel, telling her to

stay in her castle and leave us

in peace for another year.