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Автор: Hugh Lofting
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: Doctor Dolittle
Жанр произведения: Природа и животные
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isbn: 9781515448907
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      Doctor Dolittle’s Zoo

      Written & Illustrated by

      by Hugh Lofting

      ©2021 Wilder Publications, Inc.

      Cover image © Can Stock Photo / colematt

      Doctor Dolittle’s Zoo is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales or institutions is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except for brief quotations for review purposes only.

      Hardcover ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-4888-4

      Trade Paperback ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-4889-1

      E-book ISBN 13:978-1-5154-4890-7

      Table of Contents

       PREFACE

       THE FIRST CHAPTER: A MESSAGE FROM DAB-DAB

       THE SECOND CHAPTER: THE ADVENTURER'S RETURN

       THE THIRD CHAPTER: THE SURPRISE PARTY

       THE FOURTH CHAPTER: THE NEW ZOO

       THE FIFTH CHAPTER: ANIMAL TOWN

       THE SIXTH CHAPTER: POVERTY AGAIN

       THE SEVENTH CHAPTER: THE BADGER'S TOOTH

       THE EIGHTH CHAPTER: THE PUDDLEBY GOLD RUSH

       THE NINTH CHAPTER: THE MOUSE CODE

       THE TENTH CHAPTER: THE NEW LEARNING

       THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER: THE RAT AND MOUSE CLUB

       THE TWELFTH CHAPTER: THE MOONIVERSARY DINNER

       THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER: THE HOTEL RAT

       THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER: LEERY, THE OUTCAST

       THE FIFTEENTH CHAPTER: THE VOLCANO RAT

       THE SIXTEENTH CHAPTER: THE VOICES IN THE EARTH

       THE SEVENTEENTH CHAPTER: THE UNITED RAT STATES REPUBLIC

       THE EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER: THE MUSEUM MOUSE

       THE NINETEENTH CHAPTER: PROFESSOR FOOZLEBUGG'S MASTERPIECE

       THE TWENTIETH CHAPTER: THE PRISON RAT

       THE TWENTY-FIRST CHAPTER: A RAT'S PILGRIMAGE

       THE TWENTY-SECOND CHAPTER: THE STABLE MOUSE

       THE TWENTY-THIRD CHAPTER: THE CUNNING OF LUCIFER, THE JACKDAW

       THE TWENTY-FOURTH CHAPTER: MOORSDEN MANOR

       THE TWENTY-FIFTH CHAPTER: THE FIRE

       THE TWENTY-SIXTH CHAPTER: THE LEATHER BOXES

       THE TWENTY-SEVENTH CHAPTER: THE WATCH DOGS

       THE TWENTY-EIGHTH CHAPTER: THE SCRAP OF PARCHMENT

       THE TWENTY-NINTH CHAPTER: THE COMING OF KLING

       THE THIRTIETH CHAPTER: THE MYSTERY OF MOORSDEN MANOR

       THE THIRTY-FIRST CHAPTER: THE DOG DETECTIVE

       THE THIRTY-SECOND CHAPTER: OLD MR. THROGMORTON

       THE THIRTY-THIRD CHAPTER: THE SECRET CUPBOARD

       THE THIRTY-FOURTH CHAPTER: THE WILD RIDE OF THE WHITE MOUSE

       THE LAST CHAPTER: OUR ARREST

      “POLYNESIA,” I said, leaning back in my chair and chewing the end of a quill pen, “what should you say would be the best way to begin another book of Doctor Dolittle's memoirs?”

      The old parrot, who was using the glass inkpot on my desk as a mirror, stopped admiring her reflection and glanced at me sharply.

      “Another!” she exclaimed. “Is there going to be another Dolittle book?”

      “Why—er—yes,” I said. “After all, we are writing the Doctor's life and we haven't nearly finished yet.”

      “Oh, yes, I quite see that,” said Polynesia. “I was only wondering who decides how many books there shall be.”

      “Well, I suppose—in the end—the public does,” said I. “But tell me now: how would you begin?”

      “Thomas Stubbins Esquire,” said she, screwing up her eyes, “that's a very difficult question to answer. There is so much of interest in the life of John Dolittle that the problem is what to leave out, rather than what to put in. Already I see gray hairs showing at your temples, Tommy. If you try to write down everything the Doctor did, you'll be nearly my age before you've finished. Of course, you're not writing this book for the scientists exactly, though I confess I often think since you are the only person so far—besides the Doctor—to talk animal languages at all well, that you ought to write something sort of—er—highbrow in natural