Нужен пересказ/краткое содержание 4 главы «Стюарт Литтл» на английском, пожалуйста, очень срочно!!! 1
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Chapter IV Gymnastics
One clear May morning, when Stewart was three years old, he got up early, as usual, washed, dressed, took his hat and cane, and went down to the living room to see what was happening there.
In the living room there was only Snowball, Mrs. Little's big cat. Snow also got up early. That morning he was lying on the carpet in the middle of the room and recalled his feline childhood.
“Good morning,” Stuart said.
- Hello, - Snowball muttered. - You get up early.
Stewart glanced at his watch.
- Yes, now it's only five minutes past seven. But I got enough sleep, so I decided to go downstairs to do gymnastics.
- I thought you already did exercises in the bathroom. Such a wild knock raised us, woke us all up - you see, he had to turn on the tap to brush his teeth. There’s nothing to brush your teeth. Ever seen real teeth? Look!
Snow opened his mouth, revealing two rows of gorgeous white teeth, sharp as needles.
“Good,” Stewart said. “But my teeth are not bad either, only small ones. And I never miss a chance to do gymnastics. I bet my abdominal muscles are harder than yours.
- I bet not.
- But we bet that yes. They are like iron.
- I bet not.
Stuart scanned the room, looking for a way to show Snow his abdominal muscles. His gaze fell on the window shade. On it, like a gymnastic trapeze, hung a ring on a rope. It dawned on Stewart immediately. Climbing onto the windowsill, he took off his hat and put down his cane.
- You can't do that! He shouted to the cat. Having run away, he, like an acrobat in a circus, jumped up, grabbed the ring and wanted to pull himself up. But then the unexpected happened. A sharp jump set the curtain in motion, it curled up with a loud crash and jumped to the very eaves, dragging the mouse away. He was rolled inward so tightly that he could not move.
- Holy mackerel! - exclaimed Snowball. He was as surprised as Stuart himself. “Maybe that will stop him from showing off his muscles.
- Help! Let me out! - shouted Stewart.
He was bruised and so scared he could hardly breathe. But his voice was weak, and no one heard him.
Snowball grinned contentedly. He didn’t like Stewart, and he didn’t care much that Stewart was choking inside the curtain, crying in pain and unable to get out. Instead of running upstairs and telling Mr. and Mrs. Little about what had happened, he behaved in the most strange way. Thieves looking around, he softly jumped onto the windowsill, took Stuart's hat and cane in his teeth, carried it to the closet and put it at the entrance to the mouse hole.
When, after some time, Mrs. Little found them in the closet, she screamed so loudly that the household rushed to her as fast as they could.
- I knew it would happen! - she exclaimed.
- What happened?
- Stewart ran into the burrow!