But to execute a stranger's command? It's not even funny.
Apparently, the Second one still wanted to try his luck. He rushed from sitting position towards the owner of beautiful skin. Or almost rushed. Almost - because the dog looked at him. Just one look. Neither you growl, nor the wool, nor the flaming fangs.
The dog protects the cat! The second one was so surprised that he even forgot to swear.
The dark gray cat was dry and device. She knew that strangers could not be trusted. She made sure of it again. However, Masha did not realize that she was very close to becoming a valuable fur. But she remembered the dangerous smell for life.
And Rexic didn't feel well. However, the man smelled terrible (dogs hate the smell of sweat even more than cats). However, this smelly one was clearly up to something bad about his girlfriend. But he was a man! He could have become a friend! As a result of this splitting, the mood of the dog fell below the horizon. Besides, I wanted to eat, and for some reason, I didn't meet any mice in the forest. Not far away, the squirrel was angry, but the game was high on the tree.
The path was blocked by the water flow. Anyway, that's how Masha perceived it. She gently touched the water with her foot - it turned out to be exactly as expected: wet and nasty. The cat looked around. The village was on the right, and she didn't want to go there. I wanted to swim even less.
Labrador was very happy with the water. First of all, it was an opportunity to drink. Secondly, he knew for a fact that you can find a game in the water. There was a pond in the holiday village, there were always different delights. Thirdly, the dog just got tired of being sad. And from the breadth of his soul, he plunged into the water. This way of bathing made sense. The plow is pleasant in itself, but the main thing: Rexic knew for sure that now nobody would reprimand him for splashes on his shirt.
Labrador was a great swimmer, but there was especially nowhere to swim. If I'd been here, I'd have called the river a "bird catcher," or even worse, the name. Yet the black hunter found the food effortlessly.
They were snails: wonderful snails, abundant snails, delicious snails. Our swimmer immediately picked up one of them with his teeth, saw the sink and took the sample off the delicacy. The snail smelled a little like fish, and Masha and Rex had a similar opinion about this kind of food. The dog politely offered the second snail to a friend. And then he started to take them out one by one.
Having eaten enough, the cat wanted to sleep to such an extent that it almost fell asleep right on the shore. But she remembered that she had to go forward. The only problem was how to do it.
In response to that question, Rex, with his most carefree look, waved his tail:
- What's to think about it: swim across the board for a little while.
- I'm afraid of water," Mashenka said, saying, "with the most unhappy look. With about the same intonation the women say: "I'm not going to this room. There are mice. I'm afraid of them.
After a hearty meal, Rexica's face was glowing with optimism:
- It was nothing to swim here! You know how to swim!
A simple dog couldn't even imagine that his fluffy friend couldn't swim. In general, it was true: cats can swim, but do it without pleasure.
In her heart, Masha understood that a black comrade was right. But how could you not want to get into this disgusting water!
Finally, the gray cat made the most sour face, entered the river, squeamishly pressing her legs, and, to give credit, relatively quickly swam to the opposite bank.
- Well, you said so!
The dog shrugged off so that the spatter flew in all directions. The cat was also hit, but being wet, she left this noble gesture without attention.
There was a forest on the other side. Four-legged friends found it suitable for the night. Masha remembered that her ancestors were woody animals, and got settled in the fork with a bent aspen life, and Rexick turned around, as dogs always do before he went to bed, and fell asleep right in the thick grass.
Continued in the next part of 7.