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Chapter 3.
Eeyore the donkey stared dumbfoundedly at
trace of a quickly moving strip of dust
whether. Yes, of course, Piglet was in a hurry sometimes,
sometimes I even started jogging, but what
if only like this... And again he didn’t answer,
What's that noise there? Donkey
sighed heavily, with a slight kick nonpa-
forked on the back of Carlson, who had slid to one side
and trudged on. Carlson tensely
listened to the distant sounds fading away -
good fight. Apparently, the detachment of this group
Wait, you impudent pig has been defeated.
And now the winners will begin to divide
ku trophies.
- Jam!!!
Carlson screamed in a bad voice, and then
I bit my tongue. It's Eeyore, suddenly
torn out of captivity by Carlson's cry
thoughtful thoughts about the role of the intelligentsia in
revolution, rushed as fast as he could without breaking
paradise road, shouting something along the way
in their national dialect.
- This is the end...
flashed through Carlson's head when he
I saw exactly where the donkey went.
- Big Thistle Glade! This one
I'm an ass or he'll blow me to pieces at the fore
cupobahuu Polyany, or he’ll figure it out
where exactly he is and will decide
trouble, which will lead to a similar use-
go!!!
Something had to be done urgently
mother. Carlson looked appraisingly at
donkey's house
- A bit thick, of course, but not fat for many people
morethat barrel of honey that someone
I stole it a week ago from the Bees. Yes and
I recently filled myself with jam...
With difficulty placing his hand behind his back, Carlson
I made sure the propeller was free.
- If only the starter worked!
he prayed and solemnly swore
carry out preventive maintenance at least once every
month. With a frozen breath, he squeezed
hand between the sharp ridge of the donkey and his own
them stomach, threw back the safety
staple, swallowed convulsively, seeing yctpa-
swaying thistle needles in some two
tens of meters from their tender ends
ness, closed his eyes and pressed the button...
To his delight, the engine roared and he
zero up! Or rather, them together with Eeyore.
Carlson screamed enthusiastically and translated
engine in forced mode.Ofigev
escaped from so many misfortunes Eeyore with ease
ness blocked the roar of the engine and lost consciousness
knowledge...
Chapter 4.
Meanwhile, Piglet, raising his clouds
dust and looking back every minute, burst into
to the sleepy afternoon square in front of the headquarters
boom, knocked down the gaping Barmaley
and burst into the door of the headquarters.
- And slatapa... and pataslana... um...
he took a deep breath when he saw the
the worn barrel of a Winnie-Poo Mauser
ha.
- Oh, it’s you, Piglet,
Vinnie said in disappointment,
- and I thought the kamikazes got in...
What, exactly, is the matter? With Bee
Lami figured it out? Where's the honey?
- Vinnie!
cried Piglet.
- In our rankstreason! They knew everything!
Ambushed! And with them was SLONOPO -
THERE!!!
- Heffalump?! And what?
- I ran forward, he recognized me and
let's go! I decided that I would distract him
for now, and ran to the side! He fell
into a ravine and got stuck! I returned to the squad
but there... they... Vinnie... they...
- What are they!?
- They all... into a minefield...
belched... from outside... violated the body-
for our fighters...
- WHAT?! The whole platoon?
- Yes...
- All Goblins?
- Yes, Vinnie...
- And Eeyore?!
- Yes... That is, no! I took it along the way
language, Vinny! And Eeyore took him to
headquarters!
- So!
Vinny adjusted his sword belt.
- All. We play the rally and inflict the decisive
strike the enemy's lair! Only with Cro
Let's sort it out first. It's clear who
notified the enemy... Piglet!
- I!
- Play the alarm!
Piglet pouted, blushed, and, virtually
he sang "To the top, comrades, all of you"
to their places..." But this leads nowhere
lo. The area around the headquarters is still
was enveloped in midday slumber. And how
to know how much longer Doblest was going to
but Revolutionary Special Corps Winnie-Poo
ha, if at that moment there weren’t pics in the sky
a slight rumble could be heard.
- Air!
This cry was accepted by everyone. And instantly
were in combat-ready condition.
Although... I should probably say "ready"
"nom" condition, without specifying. Because it's ready
it was necessary to curl up either for an urgent escape -
you go to shelter (this isif it turns out that
the reason for the command "air" was Bee
lys who broke through the smoke screen
on the outskirts), or to exercises in the
simple shooting from a point-blank range (if anything...
-or a calmer one invaded the cart -
stuffy space). Special Corps about
looked around professionally... and froze in
confusion. Glory to the Bolsheviks,
it was not a swarm of Bees, but a single object
But it wasn’t Swift or any
Swallow is there. No. It was the lost one
orientation and exhausted from gravity
Eeyore Carlson!
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