Из России — с любовью.
It was February 12, 2001. The Grigoriy Clan and the Elite Plovers successfully landed on the majestic island of Hawaii. They stood speechless, captivated by a vivid rainbow arcing across the sky before the towering, snow-covered peak of Mauna Kea.
Technician Grigoriy removes his equipment from Tweet-Tweet, Couch Potato, and Ninja, who express their gratitude for the journey before they soar into the rainbow.
At sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit, it’s noticeably cooler than Honolulu, making it much easier to navigate the dense forest surrounding the airport. They stop to observe the locals pounding a purple plant on a wooden board. The sweet smell of the root vegetable drifted through the cool air.
"IT'S THAT POI THAT I READ ABOUT!" Commander Grigoriy said with excitement, recognizing the process from a Hawaiian magazine. They couldn't help but take a cup.
“Da menehune wen’ take one of my poi cups,” the local yelled. "Eh, I just wen see da dozen cups.”
Observer Grigoriy dipped one paw into the poi and tasted it. His eyes widened. “Is this what clouds taste like?” He squeaked.
Soon, all three mice were scooping and slurping happily. Poi stuck to their whiskers.
Commander Grigoriy accidentally fell face-first into the bowl and came up looking like a purple ghost. The mice laughed so hard they rolled across the anthurium flower field.
They surveyed and assessed a school that appeared to be completely different than any other school in Russia.
Observer Grigoriy warned, "Inbound mice. ETA six seconds."
“Chee-hooo! Who goes there?”
Five tiny brown mice climbed down a ceiling beam like furry coconuts. The leader wore a flower petal tucked behind one ear.
“I’m Ikaika,” he announced proudly. “We're a part of the Kimo Clan. Braddahs, you stay lost or what?"
Commander Grigoriy stepped forward. “We're a part of the Grigoriy Clan visiting from Yasny, Russia.
Ikaika blinked. “Yas-what?”
The Grigoriy Clan displayed a world map showing their origin.
“Ho, wow, dat’s far!" Ikaika said. "Farthest anybody from our clan wen reach was Oahu, at least we hope ʻIwalani made um there. Girl snuck inside her human roommate’s luggage fo’ go college.”
Commander Grigoriy said they're looking for a place to rest overnight.
"There's a safe spot in da custodian room free of mongooses and cats," Ikaika replied.“ They neva patch da holes in da wall since I was one small pup.”
Ikaika offers to show the Grigoriy Clan his favorite tree near Keaukaha Beach Park. They watched chickens wandering confidently through yards as if they owned the island, and people waved at one another for no visible strategic reason.
The sunset blazed across the sky brighter than any they had ever seen. When nightfall crept closer, they returned to the school to rest in the custodian's room.
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