Читать книгу Harry the Poisonous Centipede: A Story To Make You Squirm - Lynne Banks Reid, Tony Ross - Страница 12
ОглавлениеGeorge was Harry’s best friend. They’d been best friends almost from the time they’d come out of their mothers’ baskets.
George didn’t live with his mother. He’d run off and left her, as most centis do, as soon as he could run, and he called Harry a sissyfeelers for wanting to stick with his mother.
George lived and hunted alone, and because he was still very young and couldn’t always catch anything, he often felt hungry.
Then he saw the sense of having a mother.
He would come creeping along to Belinda’s nest-tunnel and lie there, waving his front feelers feebly, looking really pathetic, until she would say, “Oh, all right then, George, you’d better come and have a bite of lizard with us. But stop teasing Harry for still living with his mama!”
Belinda worried a lot about Harry being such good friends with George. Harry got himself into enough scrapes without George leading him into all sorts of adventures.
“You don’t have to do everything Grnddjl does, you know,” she would often tell Harry. “He’s a very foolish and naughty centi.”
“Don’t worry, Mama. I can think for myself,” Harry would say.
But it’s very difficult, when your friend wants to do something that sounds exciting, to be a “dry sandbed” (which is like a wet blanket with us) and say you don’t want to join in because your mama wouldn’t like it.
