Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Mike Teavee is Sent by Television
Hewascertainlynotmorethananinchtall.
’He’sshrunk!’saidMrTeavee.
’Ofcoursehe’sshrunk,’saidMrWonka.’Whatdidyouexpect?’
’Thisisterrible!’wailedMrsTeavee.’Whatarewegoingtodo?’
AndMrTeaveesaid,’Wecan’tsendhimbacktoschoollikethis!He’llgettroddenon!He’llgetsquashed!’
’Hewon’tbeabletodoanything!’criedMrsTeavee.
’Oh,yesIwill!’squeakedthetinyvoiceofMikeTeavee.’I’llstillbeabletowatchtelevision!’
’Neveragain!’shoutedMrTeavee.’I’mthrowingthetelevisionsetrightoutthewindowthemomentwegethome.I’vehadenoughoftelevision!’
Whenheheardthis,MikeTeaveeflewintoaterribletantrum.Hestartedjumpingupanddownonthepalmofhismother’shand,screamingandyellingandtryingtobiteherfingers. ’Iwanttowatchtelevision!’hesqueaked.’Iwanttowatchtelevision!Iwanttowatchtelevision!Iwanttowatchtelevision!’
’Here!Givehimtome!’saidMrTeavee, andhetookthetinyboyandshovedhimintothebreastpocketofhisjacketandstuffedahandkerchiefontop. Squealsandyellscamefrominsidethepocket,andthepocketshookasthefuriouslittleprisonerfoughttogetout.
’Oh,MrWonka,’wailedMrsTeavee,’howcanwemakehimgrow?’
