"P. N. Elrod - Adventures Of Myhr" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elrod P N)

"Red salad fork," said the farmer.

"Really? I can fix my alarm clock myself." I took off my sunglasses. My eyes made a hit with him,
judging by how wide his own went in reaction. Vertical pupils are one of my best features.

He scowled. "Who are clipwiddles, anycrab?"

"Sorry, I didn't catch that."

He turned back toward the house. "Hey, Verna, I think there's a circus plading to fardibt."

"Got it!" said Terrin.

I glanced at him. He'd relaxed, but his face was still red from the effort. Language spells were also hard
on him, but he only had to cast one once per world.

"I need a drink," he added, positively sagging.

"The well's over there," said the farmer affably, pointing. "Help yourself, the water's sweet. What was all
that gobble-gobble? Your friend from another country?"

"He's from Barcelona." Terrin went to the well, lowering the bucket by means of a wooden crank.

"Oh." The farmer nodded, as though that explained everything. Maybe this world had such a place.
"That where the circus come from?"

"There's no circus," I said. "We're just travelers."

"So youcan speak English. Should have said so. Then why the get-up?"

"What get-up?" I asked, very innocently.

"The mask."

"Mask?"

He peered closer at me. I flared my lip whiskers and twitched my ears around so he could see it was all
real. I'd been through this kind of interview a thousand times, but still found it amusing. "Well, I never
seen the like! What kind of eyes are those? Gold as our old tabby's. Verna! You gotta come out here!"
"Yeah, Zack, what is it?"

Verna came out, did her turn at staring and asking the usual questions, and I did my turn at being
charming. Unless they're allergic, most people like cats, so I played on it, enjoying myself. It eventually
led to an invitation to lunch, and I traded stories of the road for food. The food was good, too, very close
to that of the Earth I knew, so I didn't have to worry about its digestibility. Trust me, Terrin and I have
been to places that really do have green eggs and ham. They taste about the way you'd expect from their
looks, too, no offense to Dr. Seuss.

I helped with the post-lunch clean-up, which pleased Verna to no end, while Terrin got specific
directions to the next town from Zack, along with some useful local information. As a first contact