About the animals-guerrillas, poachers and Hello

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About the animals-guerrillas, poachers and Hello

Bear, shifting from paw to paw, anxiously peered into the pine forest at the foot of the hill. From time to time he breathed on the glass of the telescope, called the hare and wiping them with the lens. The telescope Misha gave the geologists and rifle, a theodolite and a bunch of other useless household junk. That spring the Bruins rose late, and, emerging bypassed their possessions, when suddenly he stumbled on the camp. At the sight of the bear people in the camp were delighted, began to shout, run, but when he came closer, was embarrassed and quickly hopped on a boat. Mike himself was a beast shy, so I just carried the presents into the den and have long figured out what's what. Most of the devices remained obscure toys, but pipe the Bruins fell in love with and taking with him a rabbit often roamed the hills, admiring the views.
Finally, between the trunks flashed gray, and the Master of the Taiga breathed a sigh of relief: until the last moment he wasn't sure that the Wolf let go the Outpost alive.
- He ran all the way, or what? — Lynx meowed.
The giant cat had a surprisingly sharp vision and no pipes seen walking shaking Boca roomies. Crimson language, to hang down almost to the ground, talked about the fact that the Wolf really overcome all twenty miles without stopping. Finally, Gray climbed the hill and fell right at the feet of the Bear.
- Everything can not, — he croaked, — Let me catch my breath.
And immediately fell asleep. The bear waited five minutes, then took the Wolf by the scruff and gently shook him.
- Now-now, just another minute, î muttered the Wolf, opening his eyes.
Grey, enough to play the fool, ' growled the Bear.
— All-all, already awake, the Wolf opened his eyes and rubbed them with their paws.
— So what did they say? asked the Bruins.
— Uh-uh, can I be on the ground to deliver? — timidly asked Gray.
— A. Sorry.
The wolf shook himself and looked around at the assembled bad look:
In General, the information was confirmed, he said, A team of poachers operating on orders of the Chinese.
— And what do they want? — nervously asked the Bear.
"Well..." hesitated a Wolf, the Paws of a bear, the ears of lynx and the tiger...
He raised up on his hind legs and whispered something in the ear of the Tiger. Striped, usually orange, suddenly turned yellow from the skins and very tightly fell to the ground.
- Eggs, so, sighed the Bear, ' what guards? Will not help this time?
- And so they have a lot on his plate gloomily replied the Wolf, cross — eyed across the Amur climb — no save, barely have time to catch.
- I would ask! — protested the Hare.
- I'm sorry. Berta here has agreed to work with us, she has a vacation.
Is your girlfriend? — said the Bear.
- Well, almost — Wolf looked up into the sky — we Have a month and a half the puppies will be. The experiment was allowed.
"I see," Toptygin examined the audience — Well, therefore, to defend ourselves.
- The police told me to tell you, — said Gray — something to look for them, if they don't.
- Understand-I-Yatsenko, — Lynx meowed.
- Okay, can be free, it does not concern you, ' ordered the Master of the Taiga.
OK. This is my forest! — bravely replied Scythe — Today you, tomorrow my eyes will need or something.
- Well, the Bear gently patted the Rabbit on the ears, So plan we will be...
*****
Burt wolf and slowly trotted through the forest, burying their noses in a fresh trail. poachers were seven and these idiots have nothing better to do than to split up. The bear took three, two answered the tiger, Lynx and Wolf Bertha got one. Now we just needed to catch up with his bastard and pounce on him from behind. They drove the poacher an hour and a half, encouraging his cheerful roar.
- City — welcomes said the Wolf, — the Local fire lit and sit.
— Don't forget, nervously said the shepherd, he has the carbine. Once bahnet — will then lead to digest.
During his service on the border Bert was wounded twice, and in such matters was considered an expert.
- Come on, — boastfully replied Grey, He's already afraid to see where she was going, a little more...
"Hold it," shepherd stopped, and the Wolf who failed to stop, drove forward on my ass a few steps.
— What is it? — turned in surprise Wolf
— Smell strong, it seems...
Over the bushes slowly raised the muzzle of the rifle.
- Watch out!
Burt lunged forward, but the Grey knocked her shoulder and ran into the bushes himself. A shot rang out, short howl. Beside himself with grief and rage, the shepherd rushed to the attack, aiming where it should aim sniffer dogs...
*****
The hare found a Tiger in the middle of the wide old fire scars. The mighty cat has carefully considered a wide strip plowed and torn up earth. From time to time he dipped the nose down, trying to sniff, but breathing in dust and old ash sneezed again and sat down on his ass. A rabbit carefully approached the Stripe. In fact, the tigers didn't skew their attention, preferring larger animals, but who knows. The militia the militia, and suddenly he want to eat?
- The humus, — mused the Tiger, clinging to paw the ground.
What? — politely asked the hare.
— The soil, the fertile layer still majestically replied the mighty beast, we All go back into humus, giving life to grass, from grass fed deer and other ungulates, and they feed us, we, when the time comes, come back here, into humus.
Hare tactfully silent. Tigers are often shot at philosophy, Wolf once told me that his winter caught one Tiger, and instead of breaking three hours read excerpts from "the Analects" and "Paradoxes".
"I see," finally broke the silence Scythe, where's the poacher?
— Well... — shrugged the Tiger, — there should be. I had a herd of wild boars kicked...
Stripe stood up and walked along the plowed strip.
In General, it seems, he returned to the humus. Okay, I'll go second look.
— What to look for? — The hare, waiting for this moment, swelled with pride — Come on, he's here, just lying around.
— In what sense? — asked the Tiger.
— I flunked your second, is just bursting from the consciousness of his own greatness replied the Hare.
— Hm-m-m, I wonder, ' murmured the Tiger, Well, let's see.
The poacher was lying in the bushes without movement of the injected eyes.
- Yeah, really — handed the Tiger — come on, tell me how you did it?
— Actually very simple — to hurry Hare — it goes like this,, and I'm right in front of him out of the grass jumps up! He kick — and lies.
"Funny," allowed himself to smile a Tiger — And, judging by the smell, and even wrought. Okay, pulled somewhere the gun, and I will try to overcome the natural revulsion and bring the asshole to the Assembly point.
The hare barely moved the rifle and thought, it seems, will have to call on the help of relatives. Striped, sakinofsky already being brakonery on his back, suddenly turned around.
- The hare?
— Yes? — Scythe, panting, tried to pull a gun on the belt.
— You're done. Thank you!
*****
- Well, come on — he reassured Bertha Wolf.
— What do you mean stop? — screamed Gray, Like it come on? I think I saw where you were bitten.
I am very scared that he'll shoot you, and did what we are taught to do, explained shepherd.
So this is how it should be? — boiled the Wolf — I Think I am pleased that my woman was missing for a mouth...
Hey! — barked Berta — All shepherds are grabbing for it! We are so cooked!
The wolf slowed down some and nagovicina glanced at her friend.
- All? And males, too?
— Male, — firmly replied the shepherd.
The two men fled in silence.
- Hard work for you, sighed the Wolf.
Wild, protazy cry broke the silence of the night forest. A cry so terrible that Burt pinned the ears to the back of his head, fell on his stomach and quietly whined.
At what was? — asked stammering a brave shepherd.
Is? the hair on the nape of the Wolf stood on end, I'll tell you what it was. It's a fucking lynx, what it was. Well, a beast with the brushes, we are here to risk my life and she's... You'd think our ears they need! So, come to understand.
Dropping the leg, the Wolf hobbled to where in the night were heard the shrieks. Sobremesas on the hill, Gray yelled:
- Lynxes, where are you? Come on, you bastard, again, Valerian bloated? And who for you to catch poachers will?
— Well, why are you yelling at, answered from the bushes soft, roaring in white baritone.
In the darkness lit up two pairs of green eyes, and the Wolf backed away. Iris, the husband of the Lynx, it was considered a serious man, it was rumoured that he could make even Bruins sometimes greeted first. However, righteous anger, coupled with the pain in the injured paw, took over, and Gray angrily buried her nose in a wide face cunning with bakenbardy.
In fact Vremya as the entire forest in a single poryve barreda with ugrozoi, — Parikia started Wolf — some who...
— Come on, Volchik, — lynxes, stretching, came out of the bushes and stood beside her husband.
— Hello, Bertha. We're your poacher neutralized.
— Yes? Well, where is he? — fumed Wolf.
— And there, on the tree.
Iris went to big cedar with a completely smooth barrel, and, standing on his hind legs, with a bloodcurdling screech sharpened on the bark of huge claws.
- Marrowbone, ' said Trot, carefully pronouncing each letter.
From somewhere in the crown came the strangled sob.
- We actually tracked him down, explained the lynxes Bertha, And when he sat down under a tree, made love. He even took off the boots, not to mention the rifle.
— Let sit until idly noticed iris — in the Morning he will fall. And the gun I'll go to the swamp to drown.
*****
The bear changed his position and peered out from behind a rock. Bullets vicoli two feet from the snout and he rolled back.
- Well, soon you there? growled the Bruins.
— Now it would be, Misha, — hastily replied the raccoon, pounding little feet the last cartridge in the clip.
Huge claws did not give the Master of the taiga to reload the rifle myself, I had to bring in an old friend. Raccoon a couple of winters used topchihinskiy the den and now it's time to return the favor.
- Here, take it.
The bear picked up the rifle, placed the end of the claw in the trigger guard, fired in the direction of the bushes. In response, several shots thundered, right ear burned with pain.
- Misha, — has cautiously said the raccoon, And in your ear hole.
"Nothing," through clenched fangs replied the Bruins, releasing several bullets towards the opponent.
The ammo you have per clip, — said the raccoon.
Bear rubbed his bleeding ear with his paw and cautiously looked out from behind the stone. The bullet struck near, and pieces of granite, painfully flogged nose. It was time to change position. The shooting lasted for an hour, during this time, the bear managed to shoot most of the remaining from georgov ammunition, but worst of all was that the enemy bullet had broken his favorite telescope. Generally speaking, now it all depended on if it works the second part of his brilliant plan. Ammo was over the horizon already zasvetil, a little more — and the sun rises. The Bruins sighed, crawled behind a Bush and opened fire. He was shot in his paws, for paws of all the bears, she-bears, the ears of lynx, the balls of tigers, for your forest and your Amour. The sense of heroism and brave doom was overwhelmed with the bear and he roared loudly, challenging the poachers. Again rattled the shots around fell felled by the bullets of the branch.
You don't take, ' croaked the Bruins.
Tururu! La-La-La! What a wonderful day! What a wonderful stump! Who is the elk — not deer!
Bass, trumpeting roar rang out over the forest, followed by twigs, strikes something soft and strangled cries. Bear helplessly leaning against the stone, the help came on time.
- What's that? — gently asked the raccoon, listening to the sounds from below, where, apparently, someone trampled underfoot.
Is moose — relaxed replied the bear, ' I these monsters were distracted, and they silently from behind came.
Someone prescribed a strong secco and the same bass continued to the tune of the Romanian group, which is constantly spinning at the Outpost:
Ho-Ho-Ho! As forest ran reindeer, naughty reindeer, driving deer! Caught on the run over a stump!
— A... — the raccoon had spirit, and continued, — what do they do?
— You know, the bear was shot through the ear attached to the plantain, they Have now gon. Therefore, they are persecuting. Constantly. Don't pay attention.
From the bushes flew a huge elk, recently dropped the horns.
Ha ha ha! My good friend bear! Hoo-Ho! and small mammal with a striped face!
— Raccoon, I'm sorry, ' shy had a Raccoon.
— Raccoon, ear-hoo, what a gorgeous, majestic, sexually attractive name! Do not pay attention, I drive.
— Sexually attractive? — timidly asked the animal the Clumsy.
— Never mind, he's driving, — said the Bear is a Normal name, male is strong. Moose, thank you, it helped so helped.
— Yes, Yes, Yes! We brave the animals we need to help each other! Moreover, they needed our tails. U-du-du-du, do-du-du-du-du, hush-hush, not Logica on the edge. There are three whether the prisoners, or, MVA-ha-ha, irretrievable losses. Okay, we rode a rut all the same.
Moose big jumps disappeared in the forest.
- Well, brother Raccoon, I went to take prisoners, if there is one, summed up the Bear.
******
- So, to sum up, the results began to Bear.
Cupid shone in the sun, the wind sang in the cedars on the hill it was warm and windy. Among the trophies there was spotting and the Bear was on top of bliss. Partisan group gathered on top of a stone hill on the very spot where the day before they received the terrible news about the poachers.
- Bert and Wolf — one injured.
— Will live, — assured the wolves.
To love — hardly, — grinning all the jaws, said Burt.
Tiger is single, the body is not found, — said the Bear.
These boars... — frowned with annoyance Striped — However, he returned to earth, what more could ask for Sage... Someone else.
— The hare — one, unharmed. Well done, Oblique, did not expect.
— Serve...
Utterly proud of myself Hare a few seconds searching, who it serves, then barked something that is not heard from the border dogs.
— I Serve Russia!
All for a moment froze at since attention.
- Lynxes and iris — one. Dead.
— We are not, ' off the face of Russia, — he fell from the tree and turned his neck.
Yeah, after you got in there, and sharpened his claws on his branch. Okay, moving on, looking for them will not. Well, we three with the moose. Two they trampled at all, and one like nothing. That's him and interrogate him. Tiger, give it to me.
The day before yesterday Striped in such a tone grasped the Bear in the fat face but now I only slapped myself on the sides of the tail and grab the scruff of the neck to squint and quietly whining man.
Somewhere I had language — grunting, rose bear, Gray, bite him there, to eyes opened, but not to death...
*****
Basil Dormidontovich of the Spitters, the poacher with experience, through the cotton pants he felt powerful jaws on his ass and yelp, opened her eyes. Directly straight at him watched a huge bear mug. Mug he opened his mouth engulfed them in the stench Pleva and gelite showing terrible fangs, and hoarsely:
Hello, luser.

(C)I. Koshkin<