Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Veruca in the Nut Room
’Toolate,’saidMrWonka.’She’sgone!’
Andindeedshehad.
’Butwhere?’shriekedMrsSalt,flappingherarms.’Whathappenstothebadnuts?Wheredoesthechutegoto?’
’Thatparticularchute,’MrWonkatoldher,’runsdirectlyintothegreatbigmainrubbishpipewhichcarriesawayalltherubbishfromeverypartofthefactory—allthefloorsweepingsandpotatopeelingsandrottencabbagesandfishheadsandstufflikethat.’
’Whoeatsfishandcabbageandpotatoesinthisfactory,I’dliketoknow?’saidMikeTeavee.
’Ido,ofcourse,’answeredMrWonka.’Youdon’tthinkIliveoncacaobeans,doyou?’
’But...but...but...’shriekedMrsSalt,’wheredoesthegreatbigpipegotointheend?’
’Why,tothefurnace,ofcourse,’MrWonkasaidcalmly.’Totheincinerator.’
MrsSaltopenedherhugeredmouthandstartedtoscream.
’Don’tworry,’saidMrWonka,’there’salwaysachancethatthey’vedecidednottolightittoday.’
’Achance!’yelledMrsSalt.’MydarlingVeruca!She’ll...she’ll...she’llbesizzledlikeasausage!’
