Ann Hogart - Mafin and his fun friends. Mafin and his funny friends story ai hogart as it is called

En Hogarth, Marjori Poppleton, Aille Arthurton

Mafin and his fun friends

En Hogart

Mafin and his fun friends

Donkey Mafin is one of the favorite heroes of the English guys. He was born in the puppet theater Ann Hogarth and her husband Yana Baslama. From there he stepped out on the screens of London television. And then his portraits were blocked on children's toys, and on wallpaper, and on plates, and on cups. And not alone Mafina, but also his cheerful friends - Penguin Perigrin, Osvald Ostrus, Keanguri Katty and others. With the adventures of these heroes, you will get acquainted in our book.

Mafin is looking for a treasure

There was a wonderful spring day, and the Donkey Mafin had fun ran around the garden - looking for something to do. He has already moved all his front sabs and poppons, ate breakfast, looked like a carrot grow on the beds, and now I dreamed about any miracle happened.

And the miracle happened.

The wind unexpectedly brought from somewhere crumpled sheet of paper. Shells hit the Mafina straight into the forehead and stuck between the ears.

The mafin took it off, carefully unfolded and began to consider - first on the one hand, then on the other.

Here he suddenly discovered that he had not breathed from excitement for a long time, and released the air with such force, as if he was not a donkey, but a steam locomotive.

- That's so thing! .. Why is it the same treasure! Bared treasure. And this is the plan of the place where it is subject to.

Mafine sat down and stared at the piece of paper.

- Yeah! I guessed! - he exclaimed. - Clay hidden under the big oak. Now run and sway it.

But in this moment, a heavy sigh rang out behind Mafina. Oslik quickly turned around and saw Penguin Perigrin, who also intently examined the plan.

- Yeah, treasure! - whispered Perigrin. - For a long time, it is not necessary to guess. There is no doubt: this is a map of the southern pole. Treasure buried there! I'll take skis, the ice paint - and on the road!

"Southern Pole Map? - repeated the mafin to myself. - South Pole? Unlikely! I still think that the treasure buried under the oak. Let me take another look at the plan. "

Perigrin began to consider the map through the magnifying glass, and the mafin lay on the stomach and pulled out the face: he thought she was better to consider the map.

"Oak," Mafin whispered.

- South Pole, - muttered Perigrin.

Suddenly someone's shadow lay on the map. This approached Negritinok Wolly.

- Why is this state of Louisiana in America! - he exclaimed. - I was born there. MiG I will put things and go to the treasure! I wonder how it is better to get there?

All three stared at the card again.

- Louisiana! - Just joined Wolly.

- South Pole, - muttered Perigrin.

"Oak," whispered Mafin.

Suddenly, all three jumped in place, because the pebbles crushed behind. This appeared Ostvald Ostrich. Extending a long neck, he looked at the card and smiled.

- Of course, this is Africa! - he said. - I once lived there. I go to the way of this minute. Only you must first remember the plan.

- This is Louisiana! - exclaimed Walled.

- No, South Pole! - Perigrin objected.

- Oak! Oak! - insisted Mafin.

"Africa," Oswald whispered. "That's what," he said, "I pick up a plan with me!" - He pulled the neck and grabbed the canvo paper.

At the same time, the waves clung to her with his brown handle, Perigrin stepped onto the corner of the map of the confused paw, and in the other her angle clung to Mafin's teeth.

And suddenly, where neither take, clapping the ears and wagging the tail, Pyter puppy rushed.

- Thank you, Mafin! Thank you, Oswald! Thank you, Wolly and Perigrin! He cried, choking on the rapid run.

All of the surprise forgot about the map.

- Thanks for that? - asked Mafin.

- Yes, for what you found my piece of paper! Said Peter. "She flew out of his mouth, and I already decided that she was disappeared."

- Your piece of paper? - Perigrin grunted.

- Well, yes, but I would not really want her to lose. After all, without it, I can not find my treasure!

- What is the treasure?! - exclaimed Mafin, Oswald, Walled and Perigrin.

"Didn't you understand what is drawn here?" Here is the path of our garden. Here is a bush. But the flower bed. And this is the place where I buried my favorite bone.

And Peter ran away, carefully holding a piece of paper in the teeth.

- Bone! - grooved Mafin.

- Flowerba! - sighed Oswald.

- Bushes! - grumbled Perigrin.

- And we did not realize! - whispered Wolly.

And all four killed by grief, went home. But they quickly comforted, seeing that they were waiting for tea with sweet cookies.

Mafin bake Pie

Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on a rack of a cook cap, tied a snow-white apron and went to the kitchen with an important look. He conceived a bake for his friends a cake - not any, but a real festive pie: on eggs, with apples, cloves and various decorations.

Everything you need, he laid out on the kitchen table. It turned out that for such a cake you need a lot: both culinary book, both bowl, and butter, eggs, and sugar, and apples, cinnamon, and a carnation, and a lot of different differences.

"Now, if I leave me alone and no one will pester me, I am a nice pie to the bake!"

But as soon as he said, he heard a loud buzz and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important appearance, and in his legs she carried a jar with honey.

- I was sent by our queen! - said the bee, bowing. "She heard that you gonna bake a sweet cake, and therefore the competitive asks you to take a little honey." Try, what a wonderful honey!

"Be sure," said Mafin. - thank your queen. But in the recipe, nothing says about the honey. It says: "Take sugar ..."

- PI-Z-Z-Zdor! - Angry Friendly from the bee. - Her Majesty Beesnaya Queen will not accept refusal. All the best pies are made on honey.

She buzzed so annoying that Mafin agreed to take honey and put it in the dough.

- I will give your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving his paw, flew out the window.

Mafine sighed with relief.

- Okay! - he said. - I hope that such a droplet honey will not hurt the cog.

- So, so, my boy! Pie stove? Choj-R-Rosho.

It was a parrot Poppy. She flew into the window and sat down on the table.

- So-so. Very choir-R-Rosho. But you need fresh eggs! I just demolished the testicle for you here is this cup. Take, and everything will be fine, my dear!

Mafin came terror, but he always tried to be polite with Poppi, because Poppy was very old and irritable.

"Thank you, Poppy," he said. - Only please do not worry: I already have eggs for the cake. Chicken eggs.

This record will introduce you to Mafin - cheerful, funny, kind and very small donkey, which has long become a favorite of English children. Yes, perhaps, Mafia is famous not in England alone, although he was born in this country.
Mafia is a toy, doll, approximately the same as the heroes of the "Adventures of Pinocchio" well-known you. It is made of cardboard and tree, slices of leather and matter, and inside stuffed with cotton. It may be that that is why it is not entirely firmly standing on the legs and does not always clearly imagine that he can, and that he is impossible. By the way, lovers of homemade will learn from the author and how "make" mafin and his fun friendships.
The fact is that the author of Anne Hogarth is the author of the doll. Together with her husband she plays in a small London Puppet Theater, which travels around the cities of England. There, on the stage of this theater and appeared on one day curious, very, very serious and thoughtful toy donkey. At first, with Mafin, only those of the guys who watched funny puppet performances about the donkey, with his endless issues and small discoveries of the big world, became acquainted with Mafin.
Glory about Mafina spread throughout England. He had no top ten, but millions of viewers from television screens. He was so loved that they had to make a lot of toys so that the mafia settled in the house had every girl and every boy. The worries and artists have gained - they painted a cheerful donkey on children's plates. He appeared on the rugs, on the wallpaper, on the curtains. And when the wind swept such a curtain, it seemed that the mafine jershits, waving his tail with a beautiful bow on the end and, who knows, maybe, that will speak ...
Ann Hogart told many, many short and funny stories about the mafin donkey. There are even books of different colors in which these truthful and only slightly invented stories, riddles, games are collected; There are, for example, red, green, blue and lite books Mafina. In them, of course, a lot and the other, no less fun than stories about the donkey: Tales of other authors, folk proverbs, advice, how to make a toy or what game to play, so as not to miss a whole long day ... But mostly all The "Mafina Books" are fun compilations on which the guys will learn about every step, a act, every thought of a funny and kind toy donkey.
What is so sympathetic to this cardboard donkey? Why, and ground, guys continue to gratefully remember the funny tricks of the favorite hero of children's games? What makes not only babies, but also their dads and mothers looking forward to every new meeting with Mafin?
After all, he is not so smart or knewful! And the Mafia knows not so much - not that, say, grinding, important and forever dissatisfied Penguin Perigrin. Or maybe our donkey exceeds other animals by force or growth? And again - no! Hippo Governor or Giraffe Grace is much more and stronger than him, and a little thrush can be able to sing, and the bastard of Wolly - the oven pies ...
They love the same Mafina because he is very kind, diligently, that he does not tolerate travelers and the task and everything in the world refers with curiosity, he wants to be friends with everyone. Therefore, even the angry Perigrin cannot deny anything to him, and when the Mafia gets and misfortune, all the animals and birds are rushed to help. And although the mafia is completely kid, he himself tries to help others. It so happened, for example, when he met a huge and terrible spider who really wanted to find friends. And the mafin not only tried to become such a true friend, but also convened all his buddies. What came out of this, you will find out today. And when this short story will end, think it's good on it, it is worth it. After all, we sometimes encounter people who are looking for friends. And you need to be very stupid and cruel to not understand this ...
Many miracles will happen even with a donkey and his fun friends. He will get a magic scallop, performing all the desires; Then our mafine will be ... a detective, and then suddenly he wants to change the tail or suddenly wise.
If you want to know about all these adventures, you have to look into the book about the mafine. And today, the record will tell you about how our toy buddy went in search of treasure. And today, the mafin will start the furnace of a wonderful cake for his friends, but the trouble is not everything smoothly happens to this the most cake ...
Everyone will not tell everyone. Let's better listen to in order. So, the fairy tale about Mafina-donkey, Mafina, who is looking for a treasure ...
M. Babayev

Ann Hogarth (Ann Hogarth; July 19, 1993) - Puppet Master, Born in England. At school, she decided to become an actress and studied at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. She then became the manager in the Game Theater in London. Producer was a lover of dolls, Jan Bousell. In 1932, he and Ann created their own puppet theater - "Hogarth dolls". Spouses got married. For 50 years, the "Hogarth dolls" toured through the UK and all over the world. In the summer, they visited many London parks with theatrical tent, pleased with countless children. When Bousells retired, in Devon, they created the international exhibition of dolls, showing all the characters that they collected and received during their travels. Currently, dolls are owned by the Center for Trust in London. At first her husband died, Ann died in a nursing home 8 years after his death.

Donkey Mafin: The Donskoy Mafin was born in 1933 on the stage of the puppet theater belonging to Ann Hogart and her husband Jan Bousell. In 1946, he appeared in the TVW host television program "for children" whose script was written by Ann Hogart. Actress Annette Mills in the transfer sang and played on the piano, on the lid of which danced Mafin. It was the first special children's show. Soon it turned into a separate program in which other heroes of the future book appeared - Tyulenya Sally, Louise's sheep, Penguin Overin, Ostrich Oswald. All dolls were invented and made Ann Hogarth. When Ann Hogarth, along with his husband toured the world with his own puppet theater, whose repertoire included and fairy tales about Mafina. In just 11 years, more than three hundred release issues came out. The donkey became a real telephone.

In the early 1950s, Ann Hogarth has handled the history about Mafina and made some of them in a small book. Then there were three more stories, which differed in the color of the cover - red, blue, purple and green. The stories about Mafina, the Unn Hogarth, composed a large series of several books - there is a red mafine book, blue, green, lilap, etc. Then they were all published in the same book "Mafin and his fun friends." Fairy tales were translated into many languages \u200b\u200band fell in love with children of different countries. Among illustors, the book was the daughter of Ann Hogart.

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Mafin is looking for a treasure

There was a wonderful spring day, and the Donkey Mafin had fun ran around the garden - looking for something to do. He has already moved all his front sabs and poppons, ate breakfast, looked like a carrot grow on the beds, and now I dreamed about any miracle happened.
And the miracle happened.
The wind unexpectedly brought from somewhere crumpled sheet of paper. Shells hit the Mafina straight into the forehead and stuck between the ears.
The mafin took it off, carefully unfolded and began to consider - first on the one hand, then on the other.
Here he suddenly discovered that he had not breathed from excitement for a long time, and released the air with such force, as if he was not a donkey, but a steam locomotive.
- That's so thing! .. Why is it the same treasure! Bared treasure. And this is the plan of the place where it is subject to.
Mafine sat down and stared at the piece of paper.
- Yeah! I guessed! - he exclaimed. - Clay hidden under the big oak. Now run and sway it.

But in this moment, a heavy sigh rang out behind Mafina. Oslik quickly turned around and saw Penguin Perigrin, who also intently examined the plan.
- Yeah, treasure! - whispered Perigrin. - For a long time, it is not necessary to guess. There is no doubt: this is a map of the southern pole. Treasure buried there! I'll take skis, the ice paint - and on the road!
"Southern Pole Map? - repeated the mafin to myself. - South Pole? Unlikely! I still think that the treasure buried under the oak. Let me take another look at the plan. "
Perigrin began to consider the map through the magnifying glass, and the mafin lay on the stomach and pulled out the face: he thought she was better to consider the map.
"Oak," Mafin whispered.
- South Pole, - muttered Perigrin.
Suddenly someone's shadow lay on the map. This approached Negritinok Wolly.
- Why is this state of Louisiana in America! - he exclaimed. - I was born there. MiG I will put things and go to the treasure! I wonder how it is better to get there?

All three stared at the card again.
- Louisiana! - Just joined Wolly.
- South Pole, - muttered Perigrin.
"Oak," whispered Mafin.
Suddenly, all three jumped in place, because the pebbles crushed behind. This appeared Ostvald Ostrich. Extending a long neck, he looked at the card and smiled.
- Of course, this is Africa! - he said. - I once lived there. I go to the way of this minute. Only you must first remember the plan.
- This is Louisiana! - exclaimed Walled.
- No, South Pole! - Perigrin objected.
- Oak! Oak! - insisted Mafin.
"Africa," Oswald whispered. "That's what," he said, "I pick up a plan with me!" - He pulled the neck and grabbed the canvo paper.
At the same time, the waves clung to her with his brown handle, Perigrin stepped onto the corner of the map of the confused paw, and in the other her angle clung to Mafin's teeth.

And suddenly, where neither take, clapping the ears and wagging the tail, Pyter puppy rushed.
- Thank you, Mafin! Thank you, Oswald! Thank you, Walled and Perigrin! He cried, choking on the rapid run.
All of the surprise forgot about the map.
- Thanks for that? - asked Mafin.
- Yes, for what you found my piece of paper! Said Peter. "She flew out of his mouth, and I already decided that she was disappeared."
- Your piece of paper? - Perigrin grunted.
- Well, yes, but I would not really want her to lose. After all, without it, I can not find my treasure!
- What is the treasure?! - exclaimed Mafin, Oswald, Walled and Perigrin.
"Didn't you understand what is drawn here?" Here is the path of our garden. Here is a bush. But the flower bed. And this is the place where I buried my favorite bone.
And Peter ran away, carefully holding a piece of paper in the teeth.
- Bone! - grooved Mafin.
- Flowerba! - sighed Oswald.
- Bushes! - grumbled Perigrin.
- And we did not realize! - whispered Wolly.
And all four killed by grief, went home. But they quickly comforted, seeing that they were waiting for tea with sweet cookies.

Mafin bake Pie

Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on a rack of a cook cap, tied a snow-white apron and went to the kitchen with an important look. He conceived a bake for his friends a cake - not any, but a real festive pie: on eggs, with apples, cloves and various decorations.
Everything you need, he laid out on the kitchen table. It turned out that for such a cake you need a lot: both culinary book, both bowl, and butter, eggs, and sugar, and apples, cinnamon, and a carnation, and a lot of different differences.
"Now, if I leave me alone and no one will pester me, I am a nice pie to the bake!"
But as soon as he said, he heard a loud buzz and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important appearance, and in his legs she carried a jar with honey.
- I was sent by our queen! - said the bee, bowing. "She heard that you gonna bake a sweet cake, and therefore the competitive asks you to take a little honey." Try, what a wonderful honey!
"Be sure," said Mafin. - thank your queen. But in the recipe, nothing says about the honey. It says: "Take sugar ..."
- PI-Z-Z-Zdor! - Angry Friendly from the bee. - Her Majesty Beesnaya Queen will not accept refusal. All the best pies are made on honey.
She buzzed so annoying that Mafin agreed to take honey and put it in the dough.
- I will give your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving his paw, flew out the window.

Mafine sighed with relief.
- Okay! - he said. - I hope that such a droplet honey will not hurt the cog.
- So, so, my boy! Pie stove? Choj-R-Rosho.
It was a parrot Poppy. She flew into the window and sat down on the table.
- So-so. Very choir-R-Rosho. But you need fresh eggs! I just demolished the testicle for you here is this cup. Take, and everything will be fine, my dear!
Mafin came terror, but he always tried to be polite with Poppi, because Poppy was very old and irritable.
"Thank you, Poppy," he said. - Only please do not worry: I already have eggs for the cake. Chicken eggs.
Poppy was very angry: how he dares to think, as if chicken eggs are better than parrot!
- I'm not just joking, young mafin! She screamed angrily. - In the best pies always put eggs parrots. Do how I tell you, and do not argue! "And, leaving a cup with an egg, she flew away, something angry murming for himself."
"Well, okay," Mafin decided, "one small testicle cannot damage the cake. Let let go to the dough with honey. And then I will do everything on the culinary book. "

And the mafin went to the buffet of sugar. But then there was a fun laughter, and, turning around, Mafin saw two little blacks, Walk and Molly. They climbed around a bowl with a dough: they threw it a little bit of that, a little bit of this, a pinch of one, a piece of the other and stirred the dough, not even looking into the culinary book.
- Listen! - shouted the mafin angrily. - Who makes the cake, are you or me? I have a special recipe, and you will spoil everything!
But Wolly and Molly just laughed.
"Do not be angry, mafin," they rolled up. - We are inborn cooks, and we all turn out by itself. We do not need neither culinary books or scales nor the measure. We put everything in a little and pretty stirring to be delicious. That's ready, mafin! Wonderful! Now put in the oven, and will get a magnificent pie. Goodbye, mafin!
Wolly and Molly fled, continuing to twitter and lick the sweet dough with sticky brown fingers.

- Now I have nothing to do with this test! - sighed Mafin. - It remains only to put it in the oven and keep track of the right temperature.
- Temperature? - he was heard behind the creaking voice of Penguin Perigrin. I did not hear, young mafin, did you say "temperature"? Do you understand the meaning of this word? Of course not! But I will help you ... Do not worry and give me to act!
The poor mafine had to wait quite a long time, while Perigrin fussed around the plate, measuring the temperature, checking the switches, mumbling some incomprehensible mafine words: "Measuring scale", "mercury", "overheating", "Glow". In the end, he put the cake in the oven and, shut the door, deftly turned the switch.

"Well," said Mafin, "although I didn't give me a cake myself, but I myself decorate him."
He ran into the garden, and then suddenly he had a brilliant thought: not to decorate whether the top of the cake of the carrot of carrots? It is very beautiful and looks like a feathers. But when the mafin ripped out a green bunch of tops from the bed, he suddenly noticed a young violet thistle. He and his rippled and, having fun, ran home with his bouquet.
Entering the kitchen, he Oboml. Perigrina was not, but Oswald's Ostrosis came. Oswald pulled the cake from the oven and leaned over him. Mafin hijacked and watched. Oswald decorates the cake with rugs from his tail ... The nostrils of Mafina trembled, and a tear flowed slowly from the right eye. Didn't it have a wonderful pie that he dreamed of?

Oswald raised his eyes and saw a donkey.
- Come here, mafin! - he exclaimed fun. "I found out that you are a stove cake, and decided to look at him in a pass. I will take it on the table, and we will all drink tea together.
"Good, Oswald! .." Mafin said sadly, dropping his wonderful bouquet to the floor. - So be it. I will come now. That's just rent a cook cap ...
Here he moved his ears and suddenly discovered that there were no hats on the head. Where could she guess? He looked out the window, looking at the table and even checked, if it was in the oven. Different! From grieving mafin sat down.
- Oh! - he said. - remembered! The hat fell from my head in a bowl, but everyone was so busy with the preparation of my cake, which did not notice her, and I forgot to take it out. You know, Oswald, "he added," I don't want to eat at all. But I hope that you will really like all the cake. I'll go a little walking ...

Mafin is dissatisfied with his tail

Heathed mafin sitting under the cherry tree in the garden. If someone obsessed him at this time, he would see how he turns his head to the right, then left, pulling his neck and trying to see his tail.
The tail was long, thin, straight, like a stick, with a small tassel at the end. And the mafin with sadness thought that none of his friends had such a pitiful tail.
He got up and headed for a small pond, where I swam and dived, overlooking the black satin skin, Tyulenyh Sally.
- Ah, Sally! Said Mafin. - What is your wonderful tail! Not that my ...
"Don't be sad," Sali said friendly. - If you certainly want to change your tail, I am pleased to lend my spare, although it seems to me that your is not so bad. It is quite suitable and even pretty.
Sally dived into the pond and soon appeared with a spare tail. The tail was completely wet, because stored in a rocky underwater cave. Sally gently attached his mafine over his own tail.
- Ready! - said Sally. - This is a very useful tail: you can swim with him and dive.
And before the mafin managed to thank her, Tyuleani again slid into the water.

Mafin stood for a long time on the shore, feeling very awkward with such an unusual tail. It seemed to him all the time that the tail was so pushing him to the water, as if he wanted to become wet and brilliant again and swim in the pond. And the mafin suddenly made a deep breath and for the first time in his life dived into the water. Although he tried to imitate Sally, nothing came out. He fell to the bottom on the bottom, but a minute later jumped onto the surface, puffy, snapkry and punch bubbles.
"Sally," he spoke barely. - Sally! Help! Help! Tone!
Sally quickly swam to him and helped to get ashore.
- Please take away your tail, Sally! - said Mafin when he came to himself a little. - He would like to sit in the water all his life, and I can't. From your side was very cute to lend me your tail, but I'm not sure that he would suit me.
Mafin sat a little on the shore, to catch her breath, and then quietly wandered to Penguin Perigrin, who was heated in the sun, near his hut and read the scientist.
- What is your adorable, neat tail, Mr. Perigrin! Said Mafin. - How would I like to have the same! It is probably easy to keep clean and order.
Perigrin was very happy and was flattered. He looked gently on Mafina. The sun squeezed the back of the penguin, he tasty lunch and enjoyed the book. He wanted to give someone a good service.
"You are completely right, a young mafin," he said. - I have a really beautiful tail: beautiful, neat, working. Must admit that your tail is very unprofitable from my. You know? I will lend you my spare tail. He will go very much.
Perigrin took off his spare tail from the non-government cabinet, a little less than one who wore himself, and, perhaps, a little less brilliant, but, in general, an excellent tail.
"That's," he said, adopting the tail of the mafine. - This tail will be useful to you. It is pretty an intelligent tail, and he will help you think.

Perigrin again took up the book and stopped paying attention to the mafin.
Soon the mafin was convinced that Perigrin was really right, speaking, what is his scientist and clever tail. The tail made Mafina will think about such complex things that after a minute, the donkey had a head. He tried not to think so as not to fulfill himself, but the tail did not want it. The tail forced the donkey to think and be serious.
Finally, Mafin finally lost all patience.
"Please Perigrin," he said Krotko, "take your tail. This, of course, is a wonderful tail, and I am very grateful to you, but my head bothered from him.
"I would need to know," Perigrin said angrily, exciting the tail from Mafina and laying it into a non-aggravated wardrobe, "that the unfortunate downtry, such as you, never be able to use a first-class tail, so like this!" On my part it was just ridiculous to offer you. Now go away from here, I can't lose the precious time on such a donkey like you!
Mafin returned to a cherry tree. It is impossible to say now he was completely satisfied with his tail, but still made sure that his tail is better than Sally and Perigrine.
Suddenly he noticed Osvald Ostrus, who stood behind the tree. Oswald was waiting until the cherries themselves fall into his mouth. It was necessary to wait for a very long time, because the tree was still bloody. Finally, the ostrich stopped looking at the branches, closed his mouth, sighed and then he noticed Mafina.
- What happened, mafin? Oswald asked. - You have such a pitiful look!
- Tail tormented! He answered. - What is this tail! How would I like him to be from the real fluffy feathers, like you!
The fact is that Oswald was very proud of his tail. It was his only treasure, and he was very birch. But Oswald was Dobryak and loved Mafina.
- If you want, mafin, I can lend you to my best, the main tail. It is wrapped in cigarette paper. Wait a minute, I will bring now.
Oswald rushed away on his long, thin legs and soon returned, carrying a precious fluffy tail in the beak.
"Look," he said, carefully deploying him. - Is it not true what beautiful? Take care of it and be sure to raise when you sit down, and then you will be marveling.

He gently adjusted the mafine lush tail. Oslik hotly thanked him and promised that he would treat him carefully.
Then the Mafine with a proud view went for a walk, and behind his adorable feathers were flushed at his tail.

But even the tail of the ostrich did not approach the mafine. It turned out that he missedly cheers! Soft fluffy feathers almost reduced the mafin crazy. He could not walk calmly: I had to jump and jump to escape from the crazy tack.
- Loose, Oswald! He shouted, jumping and joking. - Out of his quiet! So pier, that I will go crazy!
- Strange! Said Oswald. - I never noticed that he tightened! ..
Nevertheless, he dismissed the tail, carefully wrapped it into cigarette paper and taken home.
Mafine sat on the grass was distressed. Again in failure! Do nothing can be done with a poor tail? Suddenly he heard faster steps on the path. They subsided near him. Mafin sadly raised his head. In front of him there was a girl Molly - Sister Wolly.
- Do not hang nose, mafin! - she said. - Stupid, what's good in other people's tails? It is better to decorate your own. When Mom wants her daughter to have a beautiful hairstyle, she tie her a bow. Let's do the same with your tail. Look at what I brought you a ribbon. Please raid tail, mafin!
The mafin obediently raised his long white tail and almost turned her neck, trying to see what Molly did.
- Ready! She screamed after a minute. - Some of the mafin, and put your tail. You will see what it is now pretty.
Mafine listened and remained very satisfied: on the end of the tail, a red silk bow was tied. His tail has now become the most beautiful of all tails in the world!
"Thank you, Molly," he said. - You are very kind and glorious, and you thought so deft all this! Let's go show everyone like it's beautiful!
Mafin picked up with a proud view, and Molly ran nearby. Mafine was no longer ashamed of his tail. On the contrary, he was delighted with him. And each conversation agreed that Molly was very cleverly invented.

Mafin-deher

Mafin discovered a mysterious loss. It was very excited him. He came to the kitchen to, as always, breakfast sweet and juicy carrot, but did not find it there. There was a clean white plate - and not a single carrot.
Nothing like that never happened before. Mafin sat down and thought.
"I need a detective! He decided. "Only a detective can solve this mystery."
He really liked these slightly scary words: "Detective", "Mystery" ...
"Be a suitable hat, I would have myself could become a good detective, he thought. - In the meantime, it will be necessary to simply change the caps, and to disguise so that no one recognize me. "
So, he put his white hat and went to search for a criminal. Glowing in the garden, he saw Sally toy. She hurried towards him, very alarmed, and screamed:
- Ah, Mafin, my ball disappeared! I left him near the river, and he disappeared!
- That's how? Said the Mafin Detective. - This is definitely due to my lies. Tell me all the details, Sally, and I will find the ball!

Sally explained how it was. Then the mafin asked her to show the place where she left the ball. Sniffing and examining the sand, he found something significant there.
- Yeah! - said the detective. - These are traces! Without a doubt, this evidence will help us find the criminal.
He ran home, put on another hat, tied a gray beard and began to search for. It seemed to him that he was like an old-pretrial old man and that no one would be able to recognize him. On the way, he met Peter's puppy.

- Hello, Mafin! - shouted Peter.
- Sh-sh-sh! .. - said Mafin. - I'm not mafin. I am a detective. I'm looking for missing carrots and a ball. I already found one evidence.
- A Y I disappeared my favorite old bone! - said Peter sad. - I buried her in the flowerbed, and now there is nothing there. If you are a detective, please, please my bone. I really need her.
"We go with me, Peter," said Mafin Detective. - Show where you buried it.
Peter showed the Mafine of the Smell in the flowerbed. Mafin sniffed the land as a real deer, and again found something interesting. It was another evidence. And this is how she looked:

- Yeah! Said Mafin. - This is a pen. Now I already know something about the criminal. He has a leg, and he belonged to the pen.
The great detective ran home again to change clothes. When he left the house, it was not an old-old old man, but an adorable little girl in a straw hat, with braids. The donkey ran further, looking for evidence, and soon poured on Pengnin Penigin. Perigrin was in a bad mood.
- Having worked to look where you go, young mafin! He grumbled. Stop on counterpart!
- Sh-sh-sh! .. - said Mafin. - I'm not mafin. I am a detective. I disguise. I'm looking for missing carrots, a ball and bone. I already found two evidence: the criminal had one leg, and he had a feather.

- If you are really a detective, "said Perigrin, - look for the best hours. I need them to properly distribute time.
- And where did you see them in the last time? - asked Mafin.
"In the flower bed," Perigrin replied. The mafin was galloping along the track, which led to the flower bed, and he heard, how something ticks in the bushes.
- Yeah! Said Mafin. - It is evidence. Now I know three things about the criminal. He has at least one leg, he had a feather, and he ticks.
And, rushing by Oswald's standing in the bushes, Mafin returned to the house again.
This time a little girl appeared in the garden, but a Chinese magician. At this time, Negritok Wallery looked from the kitchen window.

Everything was just told about the upcoming exhibition of fruits and vegetables. On the sunshine flooded, giant bulbs and tomatoes were grown in the greenhouses. Sweet apples, plums and pears were guarded day and night so that someone did not break them or damaged.
- And I will send a zucchini to the exhibition! - Donkey Mafin said.
Penguin Perigrin, who always loved to seem important, looked at him over his glasses.
- Why zucchini? - he asked. - Explain to me, young mafin, why are you going to put a zucchini?
"For three reasons," answered Mafin. - I'll explain now.
And before Perigrin managed to say anything, Mafin got up, put one hoof on the table, cleared his mind: "Khe! Khe! " - And started:
- First, consider where the zucchini grows. It grows on a hilly, towering over other plants. He looks like a king in the castle. I'll go around next to him, and everyone will say: "Look, this is the Donkey Mafin and his zucchini!" Secondly, I want to grow a zucchini because I like his pretty yellow flowers: they look like small pipes. And thirdly, a big zucchini must be held to the exhibition in a wheelbarrow. You can not carry it like some apples there, or plums, or pears. Not! He is too important person to stuffed it in a food bag or paper bag. It should be immersed in a car and solemnly carry, and everyone will look at his owner and admire them.
- Pride does not bring proud to good! - said Perigrin, when the mafin finished his long speech. "Without glasses and not see your zucchini," he murmured and slapped away.
Mafin got used to the character of Perigrin, but still expecting that he would be interested in his plan.
Suddenly he remembered.
- Oh Perigrin! He called. - I forgot to tell you! Have you ever seen the grains of zucchini? They can be dried, paint and make beads from them! ..
But Perigrin did not even look back. He was tentatively removed along the path.
"But I heard that I said! .." - thought Mafin, looking after him.
Then he went to the barn, took a shovel, forks and garden scoop, put everything in the basket, taking the grabbing seeds, and went to the garden. He was looking for a place where it would be possible to plant the seeds of a precious zucchini. Finally found a suitable piece of the earth, put the tools on the ground and began to dig. He snorted ground with hooves. That's front, then rear. And sometimes nose. He did not use the tools that brought: neither a shovel nor forks, no scoop. He captured them only to show that he is a real gardener.

Cooking a suitable fossa, the mafine put the zucchini seed, watering water and dried firmly. Then removed the tools under the shed and went home to drink tea. He thoroughly worked and felt that he was hungry.
For Mafina, labor days came. He had to guard the bed and watch the weed herbs would not grow on it. In dry days, the land should have watered, and in hot - to cover from sunlight. But most of all the mafin was tired, watching the zucchini grows.
Sometimes he tried to sleep during the day, to watch the zucchini with fresh forces.
Finally, a small gentle plant appeared. It grows everything and grew. Soon it gave long, hanging green shoots and charming yellow flowers, about which Mafin told Perigrine. And once the tiny zucchini appeared. Every day he became more and more. In the morning, Mafin invited someone from friends to admire Zabachki. First, friends have grumbled, but as the zucchini becomes more fat, the circle, and more long and brilliant, they began to show more interest to him.
Perigrin even brought somehow roulette and began to measure the length and width of the zucchini, and the result was recorded in the book, on the cover of which it was printed: "The catalog of all kinds of zucchini."
"Probably, Perigrin wants to sew a cover on a zucchini," Louise's sheep decided. Otherwise, why should he have such an exact measure? "

The day of the exhibition of fruits and vegetables approached. And the zucchini has grown and growing. Mafin and his friends worried terrible. The donkey took out a wheelbarrow and painted it into green and white colors. On the bottom put the hay's ohana, so that during the carriage to the exhibition, the zucchini did not rolling with her side on the side and not cracked. The mafin used to bask in the sun, lying next to Zabachka, and dream, how he lucky on the street his zucchini and how all the oncoming will say: "Look, it's a donkey mafin lucky your wonderful zucchini!"
The Great Day has come.
It was warm, sunny and fun. Mafine jumped up and accompanied by all his buddies went to the garden, not forgetting to grab a soft cloth to graze a zucchini to the gloss. Perigrine went, carrying a sharp knife.
Friends stood in a semicircle near Mafina and his zucchini. Perigrin made a few steps forward, handed the mafine knives and again retreated on his place. Mafin leaned over Zabachki and unexpectedly put her ear to his round, lumping side.
Everyone watched Blowing Breath: They noticed that the mafin is in bewilderment. Suddenly he straightened, went around the zucchini around and put her ear on the other side. Then he frowned and looking at his friends, whispered:
- Come closer. Quiet! Listen!
Animals on tiptoe, silently approached and, attaching ears to the zucchop, began to listen. In Zabachka, something bursto, muttered, hooked. Then the animals came around the zucchini and began to listen on the other side. Here the noise was louder.
- See! - shouted the mafin. And everyone immediately looked where he shown. Below, in the earth itself, there was a small round hole in the zucchka.
Perigrin made a few steps forward, took a knife from Mafina and knocked the knob on the green skin of the zucchini.
- Get out! - he shouted angrily. - Now get out!

And so they got out - a whole family of mice! There were big mice, and small, mouse grandparents and grandmothers, aunt and uncle and parents with children.
- So I thought! - said Perigrin. - These are Dorris and Morris relatives - Field mice.
Poor Mafin! He hardly restrained tears, seeing how the mice one after the other jump out of his wonderful zucchini.
- spoiled my zucchini! He whispered. - completely spoiled! How do I go to the exhibition now?
He sat back to friends, and for his shuddering ears and the tail could guess how bad he feels.
- I have an idea! Idea! Please listen! I have a wonderful idea! - Louise's sheep was worried excitedly. - Please let me tell my idea! Oh, please! .. - she continued, jumping in front of the mafin and speaking so quickly that it could hardly understand her.
"Good," said Perigrin, "we listen to you." Only stop jumping and saying me.
"That's what I came up with," said Louise, "let the mafin put out his zucchini in the department, which is called the" extraordinary consumption of ordinary vegetables. " I am sure that no one ever heard about Zucchka - a mouse house, that is, I want to say a house for mice ...
- Nothing, we understood you, Louise! This is a wonderful thought! - shouted the mafin.
And when Louise saw his grateful look, she was so happy and proud that even completely ceased to fear Perigrin.
Ostrich went for a wheelbarrow, in which the coached hay was cooked, and the mafin is gently protever and polished the boc of zucchini. Perigrin collected all mice. He ordered them to carefully take a house inside and put themselves in order. Then he reads them the instruction on how to behave at the exhibition of fruits and vegetables.
"Be easier yourself," he said, "but do not look like you listen to what the audience says. And of course, you should not interfere in conversations and argue. Pretend that you are deaf.
The mice said they understood everything and that they would try to please mafine.
There was Oswald with a wheelbarrow, and everyone began to help lay a zucchini on a soft bed from the hay. Mouses struggled to help: pushed and pushed, shyring under their feet, rolling off the zucchini and burning into the hay. But it was not the right from them: they only interfered with everyone.
Fortunately, none of them suffered. Perigrin explained to them that they should do at the exhibition and what poses they should be taken to seem like they are wax figures. Then the whole procession was driving down.
Mafine went ahead, clearing the path. Louise followed him - because it belonged to her a brilliant idea! Behind Louise Oswald was a beam of the hay, then he went to Perigrin, and behind him the rest fled.
When they came to the exhibition, all other exhibits were already there. Their owners stood on guard. Mafin and his accompanying animals proudly proceeded to the very center of the hall. When they passed through the batch of the zucchini, all the other owners of the zucchini were angry and their hopes for the premium collapsed. But they immediately calmed down and have fun, seeing that Mafin was followed, to the department "Unusual consumption of ordinary vegetables." They realized that the mafin was not going to compete with them.
The stand "Unusual consumption of ordinary vegetables" was at the very end of the exhibition. There were a lot of interesting things there: figures, carved from potatoes and tours, bouquets of radishes and carrots and various decorations for a table of multicolored vegetables. Some person came running and showed the mafine where to put a wheelbarrow. Succoing a little with perigrin, he ran on the plate:

Exhibit A -

house for mice from

casket.

Owner -

donkey Mafin.

All animals proudly accommodated around the zucchini waiting for the judge's arrival. Finally, two judges came and unanimously decided that the zucchini-house was the most unusual exhibit at the exhibition. The mouses behaved perfectly well and made the appearance as if they were all the same when the judges, leaning toward the zucchop, stumbled upon them or hit them with their breath.
- There may be no doubt, this is the best exhibit! Said the first judge.
"We will give him the first award," said the second, approvingly nodding head.
He came to the mafine and hung on his neck medal. And the first judge attached a diploma "First Prize" to Zabachka.
There were no mouses. They all rushed to the diploma and began to nibble him to find out whether he was edible. But Perigrin was driving. Everyone was laughing, and the mafin did the look as if nothing noticed.
So, the Mafina's dream came true. He is taking a zucchini back home, and all the oncoming admired and said: "Look, what a done Mafin! Look at what a wonderful zucchini he grown! "

On the neck, Mafina hung a medal. And besides, he received a wonderful bundle of carrots. He did not see such an honorable!
Mafin put a zucchini back to the garden, where he grew up so that the mice could live in it until the end of the summer. Mafin promised to come to visit them every day. In addition, he advised them to remove all the grains from the zucchini, wash them out and riding a beautiful long necklace.
When the necklace was ready, Mafin presented him with Louise's sheep in gratitude for a good idea.

Mafin sings the song

Now I will start singing! Said Mafin. He closed his eyes, threw back his head and spread his mouth wide. At this time, Louise's sheep passed by the Shedik. She was in a white galatik and carried a little bandik, because she really wanted to treat someone. When the mafin was bought, Louise was so frightened that he shouted and dropped the bandage. He confused around her legs, and she fell.

Rent Giraffe Grace to find out what matter.
- Oh Grace! - Louise shouted. - Someone so shouted that I fell with fear! Quickly help me rise, and let's run away from here!
Grace brazen her long neck, and Louise, grabbed for her, began to her feet.
The mafin heard how Grace and Louise ran away, and went to look for Peter's puppy, who drove the bone somewhere nearby.
"I will surprise him!" - Thought Mafin and again sang his song.

Peter now stopped digging the land and overwhelmed a terrible voice. From the eye he was poured by tears.
"Oh-oh," said Peter, "I probably, someone offended the dog, and she cries." Poor, poor dog! - And he continued to have a sympathy for this dog.
"Strange! - thought Mafin. - What kind of dog does he speak about? "
Mafin and did not guessed that Peter took his singing for howling the dog.
He went to the hippos of the province. The governor slept peacefully near the pool.
- Give me to headhe over him and wake up his song! - said Mafin and began to sing:

Chirik! Chirik! Chirik! Chirik!

I did not have time to regree! Turly! .. ", as the governor shrouded, like a mountain during an earthquake, and fell into the pool. A whole fountain of water flew into the air and pulled the mafine from his head.
- Oh my goodness! - grooved the governor. - I dreamed of a terrible dream: as if the wild elephant protruded me right in the ear! Only cold water will help me calm down ... - and he disappeared under water.

Tyulenyh Sally sailed from the opposite side of the pool.
- Mafin, did you hear a wild cry? She asked. - Maybe under water sits a seal who has throat hurts?
And then Mafin understood everything.
"It can be seen, with my singing something wrong, he thought sad. - But I did everything like a thrush. I also closed my eyes, threw my head and smell my mouth. Yes! But I did not sit on the top of the tree! That's what my mistake is.
And the mafin climbed onto the tree.
Soon the garden was announced with the sounds even more terrible than before. It was a grunt, mock, puff and plenty of help.
- Help! Help! - cried Mafin.
Everyone escaped and saw that the mafin hangs on a bitch, clinging to him with the front legs.

Perigrin rushed to save Mafina. He told him to keep his teeth behind his ear giraffe Grace and jump on Hubert's back, while Peter Oswald, Louise and monkey Monkey holding four corner sheets in case muffins fall.
Mafin went down to Earth and unharmed.
- What did you do on the tree? - Sureovo asked Perigrin.
"I ... I ..." Mafin flashes and silent. He looked upstairs and saw a Drozda in the branch, which was opened by his mouth, the little head was trapped, and the eyes are closed. Drozd sang his song.
- How wonderful sings! Said Mafin. - Truth?

Mafin and Magic Scallop

Once from France, a little boy Jean Pierre arrived to visit Mafina. He brings a donkey gift. It was a blue scallop, which lacked several teeth. Old, wise scallop - he knew well what he had a great life experience.
In the evening, before going to bed, Mafine sat down in front of the mirror to comb her mane.
"I want to eat! He thought. - It would be nice to eat all dinner! "
There was a loud "ping-g!" - One of the teeth flew out of the ridge and disappeared. And at the same moment, a bowl of excellent carrots with bran and oats appeared before Mafin. The mafin was surprised, but hurried to eat everything, fearing that the bowl would disappear.

Sauch, he headed for the window, holding a scallop under his arm. He saw the dark night behind the window, and said himself:
"It would be nice to have a rain at night and a juicy thick carrots grew up in bed!"
Again the ping! " - The second teeth flew off the scallop, and the rain watered outside the window. Mafin looked at the scallop.
- It seems to me that you did it! You probably magic scallop! - he said.
Then the mafin became in the middle of the room, raised the crest up and said:
- It would be nice now to walk in the forest!
He heard the "ping!" Saw bounced clove from the crest, and felt the night chill blew it. There were dark trees around, and under his feet was soft, wet land.
Mafin completely forgot that the rain goes to his desire. He is soon enough and therefore was delighted, noticing that she was still holding scallop.
"It would be nice to lie in bed, looked around in a blanket," said Donsk.
Ping! "Here he is already lying, climbed to the chin with a striped popphone, and next to the pillow - his scallop.
"Today I will not be desired anything else," Mafin thought. - I will postpone until the morning. "
He gently hid the scallop under the pillow and fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, muffins remembered the magic comb, found it under his pillow and said sleepily:
- I want to have a good weather today! ..
From under his pillow he answered a muffled "Ping!", And once the sun began to shed its light through the window.
- And now I want to be ready for breakfast: washed, hairstyle and so on ...
Ping!
Muffins streaked with lightning speed through the door directly into the dining room and put the comb next to a bowl full of carrots. He has never appeared so early at breakfast, and everyone was surprised.
All day, the mafin was entertained by her ridge and played different jokes with her friends.
"I want," he whispered, "so that Perigrin suddenly found himself at the far corner of the garden ..."
Ping! - Perigrin, who just with a scientist reasoned about statistics, instantly disappeared. After some time, he seemed like a garden path, puffy and mumbling something relative to the strange ways of movement.
But Mafin did not lose:
- I want Oswald to have an empty bowl.
Ping! - And the poor Oswald dinner disappeared before he managed to swallow a piece.

Once the Mafine went to the garden to look at her vegetable beds. Behind the greenhouse frame with cucumbers, he suddenly stumbled upon a huge spider with big sad eyes. Mafin did not suspect that there are similar monsters in the world. He suddenly wanted to flush. But the spider looked so sad, and in front of him there were such huge tears that the donkey could not leave him.
- What happened to you? He asked timidly.
- The same thing that is always! - grimly grumbled in response Spider. - I always have everything bad. I'm up to that huge, ugly and terrible, that, barely freezing me, everyone is surprised without regardless. And I remain alone alone, nor for anything offended and terribly unhappy.
- Oh, do not be mistaken! Said Mafin. - You're not so terrible ... That is, I want to say that you certainly can not be called handsome ... but ... Um ... Uh-uh ... Anyway, I do not run away from you, right? - He finally managed to find suitable words.
"True," answered the spider. - But I still can not understand why. Anyway, you, of course, never come to visit me.
- nonsense! - exclaimed Mafin. - Of course I'll come. And moreover, I will call you to yourself and show all my friends. They will not escape from you too.
- Do you really make it? - asked Spider. - I would very much like to start as many acquaintances as possible. I am very sociable and kind. I like your friends, here will see, let them only recognize me closer.
- Come to me in the barn minutes after ten minutes, I all their creature! Said Mafin and defeated home quickly.
To tell the truth, it is a little bit still doubted his friends, but would not want to show this spider.

Animals somehow calmed down, and the mafin continued:
- My new friend is very, very unhappy. He has no native, nor acquaintances on the whole of white light! Someone to climb it and console. Everyone is afraid even approach him. You just think about what it hurts and hurt!
Mafin talked so touching about the spider that everything became terribly sorry for the poor fellow. Many cried, Louise and Katty buried loudly, and even Perigrin began to sob. At this moment, a timid knock at the door heard, and the terrible spider entered the barn. Well, how was the poor animals not to be frightened? However, they all joined and they spoke in vain:
- Come in, do not be afraid!
- We are happy to you!
- Welcome!
And then a miracle happened. The terrible spider disappeared, and in his place an adorable tiny fairy appeared.

"Thank you, Mafin," she said. - Thank you very much and your friends. Many years ago, the evil sorceress turned me into the ugly spider. And I had to stay a monster until someone would regret me. If it were not for you, for a long time I would have suffered. Now forgive! I fly to the Magic Country Fay.
She felt and flew into an open window. Animals completely confused! They simply could not pronounce a word.
Little fairy has disappeared forever, but muffins seemed that she remembers them, because since their kindergarten steel works wonders: the flowers bloomed earlier than in other orchards, apples became rosier and sweeter, and the feathers of birds and the wings of butterflies and Sparkled with multi-colored paints.
And it was worth some spider to take care of the garden, as everyone was silent to meet him. After all, you never know who could hide under ugly appearance!

Mafin writes a book

Once a donkey Mafina came to mind gorgeous thought. He decided to give his friend, Annette and Ann, a book about himself and his friends. Then, if animals go somewhere, Annette and Ann will be able to read this book and remember them.
Mafin bypassed all friends and said:
- Let's write about yourself a book for Annette and Ann. When we go somewhere, they will read about us. Let everyone write on the chapter.
So he said to Peter, Perigrine, Sally, Oswald and Willhers Willhers.
"We all write on the chapter, and the book will come out excellent!" - Dreamed donkey.
- I'll be back in two hours. Look sure the chapter is ready! He said to each of the animals and rushed to the barn.
There he pulled his greatest jewel - an old typewriter. The donkey carefully wiped it and put it on the table. Then he took off the lid from her and put into the machine a blank sheet of paper. Mafina had a magic hat. She helped him think. Donkey put on this hat and began to write a book.
Much a lot of time passed, and the mafin wrote just a few lines.
The machine was very naughty - I had to keep the Ear Egor! It was worth only to be distracted, and she immediately started typing the numbers instead of letters.
Two hours passed, and the mafin printed only a full-story.
"Well nothing! He thought. - It is not necessary for the book to be long. Short too very interesting! "
The donkey got up with great difficulty. After all, he is not used to sit and served his feet for so long. He went to friends to find out whether their chapters are ready.

Pyter puppy rushed to him.
- wrote! Posted! - He just squeal from delight. - Here is my chapter, mafin! In this bag!
A donkey took a paper bag with Peter and raised it. From the bag, a whole heap of tiny pieces of paper was poured. They scattered on the grass.
- I do not understand anything! - exclaimed Mafin. - Is this your chapter? Yes, it's just confetti!
- Oh, how sorry! - murmured Peter. - You see, I wrote on the paper out of the cheese, and the field mouse Morris and Dorris found her and began to chew. I rushed to save her. Alas! It was too late. But you do not think here is the whole chapter, to a single word. It is only necessary to collect pieces. Goodbye, mafin! I run!
Peter stuck red tongue and swept, waving his tail.
- So books do not write! - grumbled Mafin. - Let's see what the rest did.

And he went to look for Oswald and Willy. Ostrich donkey found in the library. Around it lay honeycomb books. Oswald was very excited, he just chuckled.
- Mafin, I lost Willy! - he exclaimed. - Help me find it. We came up with a new game. Willy hides in one of the books, and I have to guess which one. But it also covers the hole along the root. And all this is so fast! Do not have time to look back, and he is already in another book! Well, how to catch it!
- Once I have to play with you! - shouted Mafin. - You better tell me where your chapter is for the book, Oswald.
- In a pit with sand, mafin, - replied ostrich, going through the long beak page of the book. - We wrote her on the sand. I wrote, and Willy wrote.
Mafin rushed to the pit with sand. However, it was not worth a hurry. From the head of Oswald and Willie for a long time there was nothing left: the animals and birds trampled sand, and the wind dispelled it. So no one ever recognizes what the ostrich and worm wrote about ...
- again failure! - muttered the unfortunate mafin and rushed to look for Sally.
Tyuleani, of course, was in the pond. Streeting on the stone, she dreamed, roaring in the sun. Her smooth black sides gone away from the water.
- Sally, Sally! - called Mafin. - I came for your chapter.
"Please, mafin, everything is ready," Sally responded. - Now you will get it.

Tyulenya duckfully dived, which almost did not raise splashes. Then she appeared at the very feet of Mafina, holding something similar to the wet, swollen sponge into the mouth. Sally carefully put a sponge ashore.
"I tried to write as much as possible," Tyulenya said. - No errors, every word I checked around the dictionary.
- AX, Sally! - cried the mafin. - Why is your chapter look like a sponge? With it and pouring!
- Void! - Sali's friendly responded. - I just hid her underwater to your arrival. They spread it in the sun, she will immediately dry. Let's swim, mafin! - And Sally dived again.
"Confetti, sand, wet sponge - from this book you will not do!" - Mafin thought sadly.
However, coming to the hut penguin, he encouraged a little.
"Perigrine we have such a scientist, so smart! He probably wrote something interesting, "the donkey consoled himself.
He knocked.
There was no answer. A donkey opened the door and looked into the hut. Penguin was at home, but he slept. Stranded on the folding chair and sketching on the face of the nasal handkerchief, he snapped.

"Obviously finished his chapter," thought Mafin. - I'll take it myself, let yourself sleep! "
Donkey quietly entered and raised a sheet of paper from the floor. Apparently, Perigrin dropped him, falling asleep. Mafine on tiptoe came out and carefully closed the door. He could not find out what Penguin wrote. He looked at the paper and that's what I saw:
Just a big ink bliss!
- What misfortune! Said Mafin. - So, besides my chapter, there will be nothing in the book!
Returning to the barn, the Oll pulled his chapter, sat down and began to read. It turned out, he published the following:
On the same day, walking around the garden, Annette and Ann met Mafina. He was before sad that girls are alarmed. Oll spoke about the book.
- Is this a book? - he graduated. "Just a handful of sand, a little confetti, a blots and some kind of nonsense."
"Do not grieve, mafin," Annette and Eni said. - You miraculously invented, but we always remember without a book. Let's order your portrait better. If you leave for a long time, we will look at it every day.
Invited photographer. He chose a sunny day, came and removed Mafina and his friends. Here is a portrait. The photographer made it for Annette, Ann and for you.

Mafin rides in Australia

Somehow in the morning Mafin sat by the window. Before him was a bowl with carrots. The Donkey has breakfast and looked at the street from time to time.
Suddenly he saw the postman. The postman went straight to their home. Mafina's friends also saw him.
No letters from the animals did not wait. But they still rushed into the front and curiously stared at the front door. Here have already become heard the steps of the postman. He knocked out loudly at the door and began to survey the letters in the gap done for them. The letters were pleasantly rustling and slammed on the rug. Friends rushed to them. Each wanted to grab the letter. But then they remembered the "rule" and stopped as inserted. You see, Mafin and his friends had the habit of all the Gurba to put on the letters. They pulled them out of each other and literally turned into shreds.
Therefore, it was established strict rule: the letters receive every day only on duty, the remaining animals do not have the right to touch them.
On this day, the mafin was on duty. Donkey stepped forward, thrusting friends, collected letters and carried them to his good friend Annette - she always helped animals parse mail. Friends went after the donkey. Everyone was surrounded by Annette and watched with curiosity as she disassembled letters. After all, in letters sometimes there are very interesting things. All friends can, for example, invited somewhere for a visit ... Suddenly Annette handed donkey large quadrangular envelope and said:
- Mafin! This is for you!
Mafin just did not believe the ears. He took the letter and left the room. Friends with curiosity looked at him.
Carefully keeping a letter in the teeth, the donkey went to his shed. There he printed the envelope, turned the letter, led him to the mirror and began to look at. Horror how long he read! And finally, I read this:

Dear Donkey Mafin!

We really want you to come to us. British children told how funny you are and how they love your speeches. We also want to laugh, come, please.
Hello to you.
Australia children.

The donkey was out of joy. He rushed to friends and read the letter to everyone in turn.
- I'm going now! - he said and began to fit.
Mafia put in the trunk poponku new year, a large hat with a brim, an umbrella, and, of course, lots and lots of carrots.

Then he ran to the sea and found the boat. Tyulenyh Sally and Penguin Perigrin decided to go with him: both were excellent sailors. Parrot Poppy also did not want to lag behind friends. It turned out that she at the time did round-the-world swimming with some sailor. Hippo Governor climbed into the boat and announced that he would go with Mafin. "I can swim well," he said.
However, when he saw him, the rest of the travelers terribly frightened: they decided that the boat now go to the bottom.
In the last minute, Keanguri Katty could not stand it. After all, it is from Australia, she has a lot of relatives there. And Katty also decided to go with Mafin.
Finally, all six placed, and the boat despair. The rest of friends stood on the shore and waved them.

First, the sea was calm. But about an hour passed, and suddenly the wind blew. Waves rose. The wind blew more stronger. The waves became more and more. Mafina and Katty did not like it at all. The poor things turned pale and felt disgusting. But Perigrine and Sally Pitch was Nick! Poppy was very angry, and the governor stated:
- What a disgrace! That's already in my cute dirty river it never happens!
Here friends saw a huge steamer. He walked past them. Passengers gathered at the side, laughed and friendly Mahali Mafina and his friends. Donkey and Katty struggled to smile and answer the greeting, but could not. They were very bad.
A captain came to the deck of the steamot. He looked at the boat into binoculars and shouted:
- Hey, on the boat! Where are you going?
- To Australia! - Friends answered.
- Do not reach you on such a vessel! - shouted the captain. - I have two free places. Who will go with us?
Friends began to consult. Strictly speaking, alone Mafin received an invitation to Australia. But Katty really dreamed of seeing relatives. In the end we decided: Donkey and kangaroos wander off to the ship, and Peregrine, Sally Poppy Hubert and back on the boat home.
The sailors have lowered the rope staircase. Passengers helped Mafina and Katty to climb the deck. Luggage Kangaroo lay in her bag, and the Mafina chest was raised on the rods. Then everyone silent up with the boat, mad to her with scarves, and the steamer went into a distant swimming.
Once at the steamer, Mafin and Katty managed at once. Here was so much interesting! In the evenings, they danced and played different games. Katty won all parties in tennis. And no wonder - after all, she jumped so high! On the children's deck, Mafina was very loved. He catches the kids on his back and laughed them. Almost all the time stood warm, sunny weather. The sea was blue and calm. Sometimes, however, the wind climbed, began to download. Mafina and Katty immediately became not in itself. They wrapped in blankets and sat snickly, having a strong broth.
The captain hung on the deck geographical map specifically for Mafina. According to Pey, the donkey could follow the progress of the ship and check, how long remained to sail to Australia. Mafin approached the map every morning and every evening and small flags celebrated the path of the ship.
Day after day, the steamer walked closer and closer to Australia. But somehow a thick white fog hang over the sea. The fog las down decisively, and the steamer became difficult to go. At first he walked very slowly. Finally almost completely stopped moving. Mafin was terribly worried and approached the captain.
"If we don't go faster," he said, "I will be late in Australia." And I hate late.
"Sorry, please, Mafin," the captain replied. - I myself hate late. But I just can't go faster in such a fog. Look overboard: I will not see anything further than your nose.
The donkey laid his head: everything is cut with thick, wet, white fog. Of course, it could not be a speech about going faster. But the mafine terribly wanted to help the captain. The eye of the donkey was sharp, and he began to peer into the surrounding veil. Finally, in one place fog darned. Just for a moment! However, the donkey was sufficient. Right in front of him, he saw a little island, and on it - many penguins. They stood rows and looked at the sea.
- These are relatives Perigrin! - exclaimed Mafin, turning to the captain. I'm sure they will help us!
The island disappeared again in the fog, but Mafin grabbed the mouthpiece and shouted:
- Hey, on the shore! I am Donkey Mafin, Frigina Penguin friend! I go past your island! Got into trouble! Help!
Hundreds of Penguini votes immediately answered Mafina. The birds immediately rushed into the sea and swam to the steamer. They surrounded him and led through the fog. Intelligents sailed ahead, pointing the way. They so well performed their duties that soon the captain gave the team: "Full forward!" After some time, the penguins brought a steamer from the fog. The sun shone again. The weather became wonderful. Mafin thanked Penguins. Finding goodbye, birds swam back to her little island.
- Pass hello to Mr. Perigrine! They shouted.
- certainly! - answered Mafin. So the helpful penguins helped the donkey on time to arrive in Australia. The children were afraid of his arrival. They enthusiastically watched the play with muffins and laughed at his jokes and pranks - just like English children.

Kiwi Kiwi arrival named Kirry

It happened in the fall last year. In the house Mafina was cleaning. Everything was raised upside down. Friends of the donkey rushed back and forward with brushes, mellowes and rags. We wanted the house glitter as Stuklyshko.
Field mouse Morris and Dorris schnyryli under furniture, trashing with long tails.
Louise's lamb rubbed the mirror, admiring his image.
The highest shelves and cabinets instructed Grayf Grace. She squandered dust from them.
Pyter's puppy tied to the paws and rode the floor, rubbing parquet.
Mafin himself distributed orders, and Perigrine contradicted everything.
Keanguro Katty worked in the kitchen. She baked pies. Ostrich Oswald stood right there.
It was worth Catty to go, how he was with greed pounced on hot cakes. Just a glue was not with him!

All this turmoil rose here because of what.
From Australia Mafin brought a large box, at the bottom of which he slept his new friend who did a long path from New Zealand. At first exactly a week he sailed from New Zealand to Australia. There he met Mafin and drove along with the donkey. From Australia in England, they sailed as many as five weeks. The poor thing is so tired and pulled away from this long journey, which has already slept without waking up.
"But today he will definitely wake up!" - Decided Mafin.

When the room cleaning finally ended and everything around glistened, Mafin convened friends to the box and said:
- Perigrin, be kind, please read the inscription on the box.
"With pleasure, my boy," Perigrin replied.
Owing glasses, Penguin glanced at the side wall of the box - a label with an inscription was brought there. Penguin cleared his way and religiously read out loud:

- "Kiwi Kiwi is a friend of New Zealand. This is a bird, but she has no wings. The beak is long and strong. He is very flashed. Feed on worms. "

As soon as Perigrin read the last phrase, friends of numbness from horror. Then they shouted all over:
- Feels with worms? Yes where it is breathing!
- Here else's news!
- Let him ride back to your zealand!
- Where is Willie?
- Yes, hide the same Willy !!!
- quieter! - Perigrin snapped - very friends looked like. - Silence and listen to me! Oswald, now take Willie's worm and hide it for sofa pillows. Mafin and Louise, stay here and hesitate this kiwi kiwi: will come out again, which is good, ahead of time. We must prepare. Katty and Peter, let's go with me. I will decide how to be.
Oswald grabbed Willy, hid him behind the sofa pillow, and he sat down nearby.

Mafine and Louise became on the clock near the box, waiting for Kiwi Kiwi. And Katty and Peter proudly followed perigrine. They went through the garden and along the path got to the hut Penguin.
There, Perigrin sat on the chair, and Katty and Peter became on the sides. Penguin began rummaged in huge, thick books.
- Found! - Suddenly he shouted and wrote something on a piece of paper. - Catty, go back to the grocery shop! Note to give our friend Mr. Smilex and get a package. Hide it in a bag and jump back. Vividly! One leg here, the other there!
Katty picked up. She rushed with huge jumps, so quickly that the oncoming wind pressed her long ears to her head.

- And you, Peter, - continued to command Perigrin, - Run more in the paralisader! Find a flowerbed without flowers and elaborate there. Then now back, do you hear? I will explain what to do next.
Peter Strait rushed to carry out the order. He decided that he was terribly lucky: puppies are not so often allowed to dig in the parisades!
He chose a round flower bed in the middle of the flower bed. "Here, however, something planted," the puppy thought, looking contemptuously on the flowers, "well, it doesn't matter!" And he enthusiastically began to work. Skipped a lot of pits, and I smelled from my head to the legs!

When the puppy came running back to the hut, Katty just returned from the bench. She brought some long package from Mr. Smilex. Perigrin solemnly deployed it.
Inside the pasta, thin and hard, like wands.
- UV! What is this for? - Touching from the run, shouted Peter. - Do they help poor Willie? ..
"Wait, puppy," Perigrin interrupted him. In the corner of the hut above the hearth whistled and snorted a big black boiler. Penguin raised the lid and lowered his rigid white sticks in boiling water.

A few minutes have passed. Perigrin again raised the lid and scolded the pasta with a large soup. They became soft and hung from a spoon like this:
"Well, a puppy," said Perigrin, "what are the pasta similar now?"
"To the worms," \u200b\u200bPeter grunted. - On long, soft worms.
- That's it, - confirmed Perigrin. - I sought this.
- Maybe they seek and look like worms, "Catty intervened," maybe they even look like a taste to the hell, but how to make them smelled like worms?
- Justling nonsense, dear Katty! - answered Penguin. - Peter bursts them into the pits on the flower bed. Take the pasta, puppy, - in my opinion, they have already cooled, - and march to the flower garden! Yes, see the glow of them well!
Perigrin and Katty came out of the hut and headed through the garden to the Mafina house. There they caught up agitated Peter. His paws had dirty-sensitive!
- Perigrin, I saved everything! - he shouted proudly. - I walked well! And deep!
All three approached Kiwi Kiwi. There were alarmed mafin and Louise: just at that moment the lid raised a slightly slightly. Thin, strong beak leaned from the box.
- Everything is in order, Mafin and Louise! - whispered Perigrin. - Let wake up. All is ready.
Penguin and mafin raised a large square lid. In the box lay the obstrated creature. He had a round head, a long beak, a long neck, feathers, similar to fur, attentive eyes and two rigid, as if horny, paws. The creature rose and with anxiety looked at the animals gathered around the box.

Mafin spoke first:
- Welcome, Kiwi Kiwi! I hope you slept well? You like us, I'm sure! Meet: These are my friends!
And the donkey began to represent the bird of his comrades. They pretended forward and looked at the box with curiosity. Mafin called them. Only Oswald did not move. He only brought him from the pillow for a moment - after all, Willy worm was hiding behind her.
Acquaintance took place. A strange fur bird got out of the drawer and said:
- My name is Kirry. I really like it here! But ... I was a little hungry, "she added timidly.
"In that case," Perigrin said, "let me spend you in a flower garden." There you can eat.
Penguin headed for round flowerbed. Following Kirry, a little behind the rest of friends. All except Oswald: He remained to guard Willy.
"It seems to me that" said Perigrin, coming to the flowerbed, "there seems to me that there are no good friends here. Please enjoy you!

Kiwi Kiwi was, apparently, very hungry. She immediately began to rummage in the ground. With its sharp, terrible beak, the bird pulled a lot of long, thin worms - that is, macaroni. Kirry pounced on them with greed. When she was gone away, everyone returned home. Kiwi Kiwi appealed to new friends:
- Many thanks! I have gone perfectly. Never in life was so tasty!
"Very, very happy," Perigrin replied politely. - I will allow myself to say that this wonderful food is called "Makaroni". You can get three times a day on the whole plate.
- Ur-r-r-ah-ah! - screamed Ostrich Oswald and jumped off the sofa. - If so, meet: My best friend is Willie Worm!
- Very nice! - said Kirry Worm. - Do you resolve you to treat you ever with pasta?
Willy agreed with delight.

Mafin and garden scarecrow

Samuel, garden scarecrow, - a big friend of Mafina donkey. Samuel stands in the middle of the field, next to the Saraich, where the mafin lives, and scares birds. He has a round white face, on the head - a straw hat, clothes all in rags.
When birds arrive to peck seeds and young shoots, Samuel waves his hands and shouts: "I went from here! Soozy! .. "
Mafin loves to visit Samuel. He sits down next and gladly listens to his stories about farms and farmers, crops and hay. Samuel has already been guarding the fields from birds a long time ago and visited many farms.
"I would also like to visit some farm and see what is being done there," said Mafin once. - I would help the farmer, because I am big and strong. It is good to get acquainted with animals on the farm, especially with beautiful big horses that go in the harness.
Samuel nodded approvingly head.
"I know one very big farm near here," he said. "I am sure that the farmer will be glad to see you, because the farm always finds work. I willingly go together with you and show the road. Maybe my help is useful there.
Mafin came to delight from this proposal. He ran home and took several sandwiches with carrot for breakfast. He tied them into red with white scarf's handkerchief, put on a knot on a stick and shouted over his shoulder. After that, he felt like a real boy from the farm.
Then he rushed to see if Samuel was ready. Pugala was very saddened.
- I'm afraid I can't go with you, mafia! He said the donkey. - You will have to go alone. Look here!
He showed his hand on the trees, and Mafin saw that all branches were covered with small fat birds. Samuel explained to the donkey that these birds flew just a few minutes ago and that therefore he could not leave: they will devourge young sprouts that appeared quite recently. He must stay and drive the birds.
Mafin sat. He was very upset. Of course, going to the farm is not so interesting as with a friend. Suddenly a good thought came to his head. He ran back to the Saryachik and brought ink from there, feather and paper. Together with Samuel, they began to write a letter. It took quite a long time. They planted a few klyaks and made a decent number of errors.

Then the mafin took the letter and lowered it in the mailbox on the hall of the hut in which Penguin Perigrin lived.
After that, he took the pen and ink into place and began to wait patiently. And finally, he heard a familiar rustling with delight: Suich Such ... These were the steps of Samuel. Mafin looked at the Saraike door. Yes, it really was Samuel.
"Everything is in order, Mafin," he said, smiling having fun. - Perigrin has already appeared! So we can now go to the farm!
They went along the path and, glooming with a field, on which he had just worshed Samuel, looked through the fence.
In the middle of the field stood Penguin Perigrin. Little thick birds flushed around it. As soon as any of them came too close, Perigrin began to swing the cylinder and the umbrella, scaring them in the same way as Samuel did. But only instead of shouting: "I went out from here! .. I walked!", Perigrin exclaimed: "Hello! Hello! ", But since the birds did not understand the words, they seemed to them that it was the same, and therefore they were afraid and flew.
Mafin and Samuel got to the farm and wonderfully spent time there. The farmer was so glad to see them! Samuel immediately engaged in his usual matter: he became in the middle of a large field and began to scare birds, and the mafin began to run back and forward between the rows of young crops, tested by him the rake and exploding them the land.

And every time, run past Samuel, the dazelle having fun having fun and shouted:
"Hello! Hello! ", And both of them laughing fun.

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