Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Good-bye Violet
’TheJuicingRoom?’criedMrsBeauregarde.’Whataretheygoingtodotoherthere?’
’Squeezeher,’saidMrWonka.’We’vegottosqueezethejuiceoutofherimmediately.Afterthat,we’lljusthavetoseehowshecomesout. Butdon’tworry,mydearMrsBeauregarde.We’llgetherrepairedifit’sthelastthingwedo.Iamsorryaboutitall,Ireallyam...’
AlreadythetenOompa-LoompaswererollingtheenormousblueberryacrosstheflooroftheInventingRoomtowardsthedoorthatledtothechocolateriverwheretheboatwaswaiting.MrandMrsBeauregardehurriedafterthem. Therestoftheparty,includinglittleCharlieBucketandGrandpaJoe,stoodabsolutelystillandwatchedthemgo.
’Listen!’whisperedCharlie.’Listen,Grandpa!TheOompa-Loompasintheboatoutsidearestartingtosing!’
Thevoices,onehundredofthemsingingtogether,cameloudandclearintotheroom:
’Dearfriends,wesurelyallagree
There’salmostnothingworsetosee
Thansomerepulsivelittlebum
Who’salwayschewingchewing-gum.
(It’sverynearasbadasthose
Whositaroundandpickthenose.)
