"Robert Rankin - The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rankin Robert)

Anthrax thundered forward, his hooves raising sparks on the rugged track, his ears laid back and a fair
old froth a-forming round his mouth. The horse appeared possessed.

Eyes tight shut and mouth shouting, 'Slow down please,' Jack was borne along at the speed which is
commonly known as breakneck.

The horse would not obey his commands. Quite the reverse, in fact.

And then Jack opened his eyes and a very broad smile appeared on his face. 'Faster!' he shouted. 'Yes
boy, yes, faster! Faster! Faster!'

The horse slowed down to a gallop. 'Faster!' shouted Jack. 'Come on!' The horse slowed down to a
canter.

'Faster!'

A trot.

'Faster!'

A jog.

'Faster!'

The horse, all sweaty and breathless, slowed down to a gentle stroll.

'And faster.'

Anthrax came to a halt.

Jack released his grip from the horse's streaming neck and slid himself down onto the ground. He patted
the horse on an area known as a flank, then stroked its foaming muzzle parts.

'I should have known,' said Jack, taking deep breaths to steady himself. 'I'm sorry, boy. It was all my
fault, wasn't it?'

The horse made a kind of grumbling sound, as if it understood.

'The damnable farmer trained you, didn't he, boy? He trained you to go faster if you were told to go
slower and likeways round. In case anyone stole you. I remembered what he said: "He'll not answer to
your commands. Quite the reverse in fact." And I'm sure that when you had eventually unseated your
rider and tired yourself out, you'd have wandered home of your own accord. It seems that I have much
to learn of the ways of the world. I will be very much on my guard from now on.'

Jack led Anthrax on along the rugged track. Presently they came upon a horse trough and both drank
from it. Suitably refreshed, Jack climbed back onto the horse.
'Stop,' said he, and the horse set off at a gentle pace.

The rugged track led now up a sizeable hill and Anthrax took to plodding. Jack sighed deeply, but,
feeling for the animal which, he surmised, hadn't exactly lived a life of bliss so far, climbed down once