Матильда
The Weekly Test
Ruperthadalotofgolden-colouredhair.Hismotherthoughtitwasbeautifultobeholdandtookadelightinallowingittogrowextralong.TheTrunchbullhadasgreatadislikeforlonghaironboysasshehadforplaitsandpigtailsongirlsandshewasabouttoshowit.ShetookafirmgriponRupert’slonggoldentresseswithhergianthandandthen,byraisinghermuscularrightarm,sheliftedthehelplessboycleanoutofhischairandheldhimaloft.
Rupertyelled.Hetwistedandsquirmedandkickedtheairandwentonyellinglikeastuckpig,andMissTrunchbullbellowed,"Twosevensarefourteen!Twosevensarefourteen!Iamnotlettingyougotillyousayit!"
Fromthebackoftheclass,MissHoneycriedout,"MissTrunchbull!Pleaselethimdown!You’rehurtinghim!Allhishairmightcomeout!"
"Andwellitmightifhedoesn’tstopwriggling!"snortedtheTrunchbull."Keepstill,yousquirmingworm!"
ItreallywasaquiteextraordinarysighttoseethisgiantHeadmistressdanglingthesmallboyhighintheairandtheboyspinningandtwistinglikesomethingontheendofastringandshriekinghisheadoff.
"Sayit!"bellowedtheTrunchbull."Saytwosevensarefourteen!HurryuporI’llstartjerkingyouupanddownandthenyourhairreallywillcomeoutandwe’llhaveenoughofittostuffasofa!Getonwithitboy!SaytwosevensarefourteenandI’llletyougo!"
"T-t-twos-sevensaref-f-fourteen,"gaspedRupert,whereupontheTrunchbull,truetoherword,openedherhandandquiteliterallylethimgo.
