The Flat Stanley Collection. Jeff Brown
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Название: The Flat Stanley Collection
Автор: Jeff Brown
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
isbn: 9781405295161
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Chapter 8: Hero!
Chapter 9: Fame!
Breakfast was ready.
‘I will go and wake the boys,’ Mrs Lambchop said to her husband, George Lambchop. Just then their younger son, Arthur, called from the bedroom he shared with his brother, Stanley.
‘Hey! Come and look! Hey!’
Mr and Mrs Lambchop were both very much in favour of politeness and careful speech. ‘Hay is for horses, Arthur, not people,’ Mr Lambchop said as they entered the bedroom. ‘Try to remember that.’
‘Excuse me,’ Arthur said. ‘But look!’
He pointed to Stanley’s bed. Across it lay the enormous bulletin board that Mr Lambchop had given the boys a Christmas ago, so that they could pin up pictures and messages and maps. It had fallen, during the night, on top of Stanley.
But Stanley was not hurt. In fact he would still have been sleeping if he had not been woken by his brother’s shout.
‘What’s going on here?’ he called out cheerfully from beneath the enormous board.
Mr and Mrs Lambchop hurried to lift it from the bed.
‘Heavens!’ said Mrs Lambchop.
‘Gosh!’ said Arthur. ‘Stanley’s flat!’
‘As a pancake,’ said Mr Lambchop. ‘Darndest thing I’ve ever seen.’
‘Let’s all have breakfast,’ Mrs Lambchop said. ‘Then Stanley and I will go and see Doctor Dan and hear what he has to say.’
The examination was almost over.
‘How do you feel?’ Doctor Dan asked. ‘Does it hurt very much?’
‘I felt sort of tickly for a while after I got up,’ Stanley Lambchop said, ‘but I feel fine now.’
‘Well, that’s mostly how it is with these cases,’ said Doctor Dan.
‘We’ll just have to keep an eye on this young fellow,’ he said when he had finished the examination. ‘Sometimes we doctors, despite all our years of training and experience, can only marvel at how little we really know.’
Mrs Lambchop said she thought that Stanley’s clothes would have to be altered by the tailor now, so Doctor Dan told his nurse to take Stanley’s measurements.
Mrs Lambchop wrote them down.
Stanley was four feet tall, about a foot wide, and half an inch thick.
When Stanley got used to being flat, he enjoyed it.
He could go in and out of rooms, even when the door was closed, just by lying down and sliding through the crack at the bottom.
Mr and Mrs Lambchop said it was silly, but they were quite proud of him.
Arthur got jealous and tried to slide under a door, but he just banged his head.
Being flat could also be helpful, Stanley found.
He was taking a walk with Mrs Lambchop one afternoon when her favourite ring fell from her finger. The ring rolled across the pavement and down between the bars of a grating that covered a dark, deep shaft.
Mrs Lambchop began to cry.
‘I have an idea,’ Stanley said.
He took the laces out of his shoes and an extra pair out of his pocket and tied them all together to make one long lace. Then he tied the end of that to the back of his belt and gave the other end to his mother.
‘Lower me,’ he said, ‘and I will look for the ring.’
‘Thank you, Stanley,’ Mrs Lambchop said. She lowered him between the bars and moved him carefully up and down and from side to side, so that he could search the whole floor of the shaft.
Two policemen came by and stared at Mrs Lambchop as she stood holding the long lace that ran down through the grating. She pretended not to notice them.
‘What’s the matter, lady?’ the first policeman asked. ‘Is your yo-yo stuck?’
‘I am not playing with a yo-yo!’ Mrs Lambchop said sharply. ‘My son is at the other end of this lace, if you must know.’
‘Get the net, Harry,’ said the second policeman. ‘We have caught a cuckoo!’
Just then, down in the shaft, Stanley cried out, ‘Hooray!’
Mrs Lambchop pulled him up and saw that he had the ring.
‘Good for you, Stanley,’ she said. Then she turned angrily to the policemen.
‘A cuckoo, indeed!’ she said. ‘Shame!’
The policemen apologised. ‘We didn’t get it, lady,’ they said. ‘We have been hasty. We see that now.’
‘People should think twice before making rude remarks,’ said Mrs Lambchop. ‘And then not make them at all.’
The policemen realised that was a good rule and said they would try to remember it.
One day Stanley got a letter from his friend Thomas Anthony Jeffrey, whose family had moved recently to California. СКАЧАТЬ