Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Veruca in the Nut Room
Thesquirrelsrushedupbehindhim... ’Help!’heshouted.
Buthewasalreadytopplingforward,anddownthechutehewent,justashiswifehaddonebeforehim—andhisdaughter.
’Ohdear!’criedCharlie,whowaswatchingwiththeothersthroughthedoor,’whatonearth’sgoingtohappentothemnow?’
’Iexpectsomeonewillcatchthematthebottomofthechute,’saidMrWonka. ’Butwhataboutthegreatfieryincinerator?’askedCharlie.
’Theyonlylightiteveryotherday,’saidMrWonka.’Perhapsthisisoneofthedayswhentheyletitgoout.Youneverknow...theymightbelucky...’
’Ssshh!’saidGrandpaJoe.’Listen!Herecomesanothersong!’
Fromfarawaydownthecorridorcamethebeatingofdrums.Thenthesingingbegan.
‘VerucaSalt!’sangtheOompa-Loompas.
‘VerucaSalt,thelittlebrute,
Hasjustgonedowntherubbishchute
(Andasweveryrightlythought
Thatinacaselikethisweought
Toseethethingcompletelythrough,
We’vepolishedoffherparents,too).
