Meanwhile, Rexic's head has a terrible suspicion. The mistress had a broom and a scoop in her hands. Labrador knew that they were raking up something unnecessary and throwing it in the trash can. But the woman headed straight for the mice she had killed! She obviously wanted to throw them away! My dog remembered that people were sometimes awfully picky about food. Well, even though she didn't eat mice herself, why would she take away such delicious food from a poor hungry dog? Labrador could barely hold out, so he wouldn't get bored. It would have been a complete disgrace. But he could and did look at it in the most expressive way.
Although it's usually human ingenuity - in dog terms - that's below criticism, but it's this time the dog got it right. Rex swallowed the mouse carcasses so quickly that I'm not sure if the hostess noticed the eating process.
Masha was still dealing with the milk, and her friend had made such a passionless face that anyone would know what he wasn't thinking. The dog with great expressiveness did not think about continuing the lunch. And this diplomatic trick worked. Bread slightly soaked in milk, Rex thought it was a royal treat. However, he was not allowed to sleep in the room but provided with a good ladybird in the hallway. Masha was offered a rug in the room, but Rexic did not envy in his generosity of heart.
It rained for the rest of the day and all day. During this time, our friends did a great job. Rex had two mice clapped in as much as he could. True, he missed three more, but out of modesty, he decided to keep quiet about it. The cat added four more. She, in turn, did not delicately report that three of them had been mined in the hayloft, not in the living quarters.
And then the rain came to an end. It was wet in the morning, and there was fog in the lowlands. But I had to go.
Apparently, the mistress was a miracle of intelligence.
- You, honey, kind of got lost. So you run home. Cat, one word. And you, black, follow her. I wish I could leave you alone, but it doesn't seem to work. Take a bite or two for the road.
Rexic was very ashamed to leave. He was fed in this house. He was even scratched behind his ear a couple of times. Still, we have to leave. The only thing he could do was lick his mistress's hand and breathe noisily.
Masha was much harder by nature. Rexick only felt vaguely that he had to go. The cat knew it firmly. But she also had a feeling that she wasn't right. Besides, the milk was delicious, and there was nothing to say about hunting mice. That's why the cat rubbed herself against the mistress of the leg and said goodbye to the mew.
Chapter Eight, in which Masha dared to do great deeds, and Rex one of them commits
He walked stubbornly.
They crossed the anhydrous desert. It's true (well, you remember my promises!). It was indeed a desert, though not as vast as the four-legged people thought. The truth is, it was created by man. Once upon a time, people thought of building something on this place and even started to do it, covering a large area with sand and fine gravel. But then the construction was canceled, and the sand remained. As a result, there was almost nothing there, and there was no food.
But they were walking. For some time their way passed along the road. Masha gained the rest of the picnic, which was honestly divided: Rexic destroyed the green salad and bread, and the cat licked a can of canned fish. A gray hunter proudly brought a freshly caught bird. Rex thought sadly that the only drawback to this game was its size.
A day later, they were blocked by the Big River. That's what they both called it. At the sight of a vast water area (a hundred meters and more), the poor cat fell in spirit.
- I will not be able to swim over it. I will just drown.
Rexia was very smart:
- Let's hunt then.
There was actually no one to hunt. When the shores were steep, the deep places started right away. In these conditions, it was not even necessary to think about fishing. Snails were not observed either. And yet the dog found prey. Frogs jumped abruptly from the shore, escaping from our hunters. But a clever Labrador found a way out. He threw himself into the water and swam along the shore.
- Scare them so that they would jump on me!
Mashka did not understand at once. Still, pack hunting is a dog's business, not a cat's business, which is going to be hunted alone. But soon it got better, and the animals were almost full.
After lunch, it was worth sleeping. Perhaps Mashenka would have resisted it, but she did not know how to cross the river. That's why she also dozed off on the high shore.
The dog woke up first. It was time to go down to sunset. There was no excitement on the river, and even no ships were observed. By ships, we meant motorboats, not cruisers.
The dog was thinking hard. He understood that the companion was not just afraid to sail. Maybe she couldn't really swim across the river. Labrador himself thought it was a hymen business. The distance, even five kilometers away, was nothing to him, I checked it out at the time. Rexic was effortlessly floating with a kayak, and I thought it was great fun. But now it was a cat.
Continued in the next part of 11.