Stanley and the Magic Lamp. Jeff Brown
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Название: Stanley and the Magic Lamp
Автор: Jeff Brown
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: Flat Stanley
isbn: 9781780318288
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Prince Haraz blushed and tried to look sorry, but it was too late.
‘That does it!’ said the Genie King. ‘Lamp duty for you, you rascal! One thousand years of service to a lamp.’ He turned to the Queen. ‘How’s that, my dear?’
‘Make it two thousand,’ said the Queen, drying her face.
Almost a year had passed since Stanley Lambchop got over being flat, which he had become when his big bulletin board settled on him during the night. It had been a pleasant, restful time for all the Lambchops, as this particular evening was.
Dinner was over. In the living room, Mr Lambchop was reading and Mrs Lambchop was mending socks.
‘How nice this is, my dear,’ Mr Lambchop said. ‘I am enjoying my newspaper, and your company, and the thought of our boys studying in their room.’
‘Let us hope they are studying, George,’ said Mrs Lambchop. ‘So often they find excuses not to work.’
Mr Lambchop chuckled. ‘They are very imaginative,’ he said. ‘No doubt of that.’
In their bedroom, Stanley and his younger brother, Arthur, had in fact begun their homework. They wore pyjamas, and over his Arthur also wore his Mighty Man T-shirt, which helped him to concentrate.
On the desk between them was what they supposed to be a teapot – a round, rather squashed-down pot with a curving spout, and a knob on top for lifting. A wave had rolled it up onto the beach that summer, right to Stanley’s feet, and since Mrs Lambchop was very fond of old furniture and silverware, he had saved it as a gift for her birthday, now only a week away.
The pot was painted dark green, but streaks of brownish metal showed through where the green had rubbed off. To see if polishing would make it shine, Stanley rubbed the knob with his pyjama sleeve.
Puff ! Black smoke came from the spout.
‘Yipes!’ Arthur said. ‘It’s going to explode!’
‘Teapots don’t explode.’ Stanley rubbed again. ‘I just –’
Puff ! Puff ! Puff ! They came rapidly now, joining to form a small cloud in the air above the desk.
‘Look out!’ Arthur shouted. ‘Double yipes!’
The black cloud swirled within itself, and its blackness became a mixture of brown and blue. A moment more, and it began to lose its cloud shape; arms appeared, and legs, and a head.
‘Ready or not, here I come!’ said a clear young voice.
And then the cloud was completely gone, and a slender, cheerful-looking body hovered in the air above the desk. He wore a sort of decorated towel on his head, a loose blue shirt, and curious, flapping brown trousers, one leg of which had snagged on the pot’s spout.
‘Florts!’ said the boy, shaking his leg. ‘Collibots! I got the puffs right, and the scary cloud, but – there!’ Unsnagged, he floated down to the floor and bowed to Stanley and Arthur.
‘Who rubbed?’ he asked
Neither of the brothers could speak.
‘Well, someone did. Genies don’t just drop in, you know.’ The boy bowed again. ‘How do you do? I am Prince Fawzi Mustafa Aslan Mirza Melek Namerd Haraz. Call me Prince Haraz.’
Arthur gasped and dived under his bed.
‘What’s the matter with him?’ the genie asked. ‘And who are you, and where am I?’
‘I’m Stanley Lambchop, and this is the United States of America,’ Stanley said. ‘That’s my brother Arthur under the bed.’
‘Not a very friendly welcome,’ said Prince Haraz. ‘Especially for someone who’s been cooped up in a lamp.’ Frowning, he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘Florts! One thousand years, with my knees right up against my chin. This is my first time out.’
‘I must have gone crazy,’ said Arthur from under the bed. ‘I am just going to lie here until a doctor comes.’
‘Actually, Prince Haraz, you’re here sort of by accident,’ Stanley said. ‘I didn’t even know that pot was a lamp. Was it the rubbing? Those puffs of smoke, I mean, that turned into you?’
‘Were you scared?’ The genie laughed. ‘Just a few puffs, I thought, and then I’ll whoooosh up the spout!’
‘Scaring me wasn’t fair,’ said Arthur, staying under the bed. ‘I just live in this room because Stanley’s my brother. It’s his lamp, and he’s the one who rubbed it.’
‘Then he’s the one I grant wishes for,’ said Prince Haraz. ‘Too bad for you.’
‘I don’t care,’ said Arthur, but he did.
‘Can I wish for anything?’ Stanley asked. ‘Anything at all?’
‘Not if it’s cruel or evil, or really nasty,’ said Prince Haraz. ‘I’m a lamp genie, you see, and we’re the good kind. Not like those big jar genies. They’re stinkers! Take my advice and stay away from big jars and urns – and if you do see one, don’t rub it.’
‘Wish for something, Stanley,’ said Arthur, sounding suspicious. ‘Test him out.’
‘Wait,’ Stanley said. ‘I’ll be right back.’
He went out into the living room, where Mr and Mrs Lambchop were still sitting quietly enjoying themselves.
‘Hey!’ he said. ‘Guess what?’
‘Hay is for horses, Stanley, not people,’ said Mr Lambchop from behind his newspaper. ‘Try to remember that.’
‘Excuse me,’ Stanley said. ‘But you’ll never guess –’
‘My guess is that you and Arthur have not yet finished your homework,’ said Mrs Lambchop, looking up from her mending. ‘In fact, you can hardly have begun.’
‘We were going to do it,’ said Stanley, talking very fast, ‘but I have this pot that turned out to be a lamp, and when I rubbed it smoke came out and then a genie, and he says I can wish for things, only I thought maybe I should СКАЧАТЬ