Mom sighed.
“Lou, understand, Arthur needs our support.” He chose Alice, which means we must accept her.
- Why? She asked. - We are fine without her!
The little fox turned out of the hands of the mistress and began to bark loudly: “Man! Do not quarrel!"
Mom looked angrily at the moon, and Lou frowned back, not about to give up.
- You are punished today! - said mother and, stomping, went to her room.
- Okay! - shouted after her Lou. - I will survive!
She went into the kitchen, stomping as loud as her mother. In the middle of the table was a beautiful cookie on a plate. It looked like little pumpkins and was covered with orange glaze. Lou even involuntarily smiled, but then wiped her smile from her face.
“From Alice,” she guessed. “I will not eat!”
Lou opened the refrigerator and sighed heavily. There was no ready-made food in it, only products for pumpkin soup. Oh, she asked her mother not to cook dinner yesterday and help her make pumpkin soup after school! Well, okay, there was nothing to invite Alice! If Alice wouldn’t come, there would be soup!
Lou poured milk into a glass, rummaged in the closet and found bagels. Better than the witch's cookies!
On one of the chairs, like an important guest, there was a bright orange pumpkin. Yesterday they bought her with mom.
Pumpkin for a festive soup. Lou always felt sorry for cutting pumpkins. With other vegetables, this strangeness was not observed. But pumpkins are special. Artair explained this by saying that pumpkin is a magical vegetable. It’s not for nothing that they cut out a lantern for a candle for Halloween, and Cinderella’s godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage. “But every pumpkin still wants to be eaten, added Artair. - This is the goal of pumpkin life. Otherwise, it will rot and die for real. ”
“ Make your soup, don’t be upset,” Lou cheered up the pumpkin and stroked her shiny orange side.
Luna took milk with bagels into the room and sat down for lessons. Chanterelle sat under her chair and when she noticed that the hostess was distracted, bit her heel. And Lou was often distracted: either she started blowing bubbles in milk, then she began to count flying birds, then she looked sadly at the pyramid of colored scotch tape that glued leaves into the lost grass diary. But Fox knew that until Lou solved all her examples and did other tasks, she could not see the walks, so she kept a keen eye on the mistress.
- Fox, in whom are you such a warder? - Luna tightened her legs, fleeing the bites of the corgi. - To my mom?
Finally, Lou closed the notebook, stood up and stretched.
- Well? Now it is your time! - said the girl to the red girlfriend.
Fox joyfully wagged his tail and ran to the door to the parent's bedroom. In the evenings, they always walked with the whole family. This little tradition appeared with the Chanterelle. Dad came from work, had dinner, and they got out onto the street. We walked around the area, watched the lights illuminate the leaves, shared the events of the day. Dad, Lou, and Fox were playing catch-up. Mom did not like to run, so she looked after a dog’s toy when Chanterelle was tired of wearing it herself.
But now dad was on a business trip, and mom sulked.
Lou, too, followed Chanterelle to the bedroom and listened. Mom frantically tapped the keys - worked again or wrote about something in her electronic diary, for example, what kind of harmful daughter she had.
“I won’t talk to her,” Lou decided. “I am punished.” Take a walk ourselves. Come, Fox!
The fox grumbled disapprovingly.
“Why are you on her side today?” Do you think she’s right? Even so, a friend is one who does not condemn and support!
Chanterelle carefully looked at the hostess.
“By the way,” Lou added, “when you wrote on my blanket as a child, I told my parents that I spilled the juice.
Chanterelle bashfully hid her nose between her white paws: “Man, don’t remember! I was a stupid puppy! ”
“Let's go now,” said Lou, and the Corgi ran after the girl.
In the evening, of course, Luna and Chanterelle did not wander around their secret places but walked decorously around the house. Maniac Lu was still afraid for real. They are not magical, and green magic is powerless against them.
Lou threw the ball to Lisichke and the neighboring opposite Coal. Fox grumbled when the poodle had time to grab the ball first.
The owner of the poodle sat on a swing and sometimes sluggishly kicked off the ground with his foot. He was plump and curly - a copy of his Coal. Lou also wanted to be like Chanterelle. She even asked her parents to take her to the hairdresser to dye her white hair red. “Though purple,” said Papa, “only when you get your passport.” Lou frowned, but dad added with a smile: “In the meantime, I want you to stay a little more like me, not Fox,” and her blond hair shook. The moon agreed, all the more so as a consolation, Artair brought her orange hair chalk, which was easily washed off with water. But Lou firmly decided: after all, she would turn red. Right on the same day that you receive your passport.