"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 02 - The Visitor (3)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

And I really don't like the idea of being under the control of an alien.
I don't like the idea of be ing dead, either.

2 On the other hand, there are some things I do like about being an
Animorph. Some very cool things.

Take the other night. It was late. I should have been in bed. Instead I
was in the barn, get ting ready to turn into a squirrel.

Technically, the barn is really the Wildlife Re habilitation Clinic. My
dad is a vet. So is my mom, but she works at The Gardens, this big zoo.
The Wildlife Rehabilitation Clinic is just my dad and me. We take in
injured birds and animals and try to save them, then release them back
into their natural habitats.

That's where I was. In the barn. Surrounded by dozens of cages full of
birds, from a mourning dove who'd run into a car windshield to a golden
eagle who'd almost been electrocuted by a power line.

In another part of the barn we have bigger cages for the badgers and
opossums and skunks and deer and even a pair of wolves who'd been
poisoned. At the other end (far from the wolves) we keep our own horses.

There's an operating room and a couple of small recovery rooms, too.

Back to that night. Have you ever watched a squirrel in the park? They
are constantly alert. Constantly looking around. It's like every minute
of every day they're thinking, "Hey! What's that?"

3 So I knew that if I morphed into a squirrel, all that nervousness and
fear would become a part of me. It's something we've all had to deal
with: controlling the animal instincts, the animal mind that comes along
with the animal body.

Anyway, that's where I was, in a gloomy barn with just the yellow
overhead bulbs to light the room. Why was I there? Because someone, or
something, had been sneaking in and getting at the birds. We'd lost a
patient just the night be fore. A duck.

And because I couldn't sleep, anyway. I kept having these dreams. Only
they weren't like normal dreams, somehow. More like ... I don't know.
Just really strange, that's all.

"Relax, Magilla," I whispered to the squirrel in my hands. "This won't
hurt at all." I pulled some chestnuts from my pocket and handed him one.
Another nut fell to the floor.

Some morphs are easy. Some are terrifying. When I was a horse, that was
cool. When I had to become a trout, well, that was a little more weird.
The whole time I just kept thinking how someone could fry me and serve