Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Along the Corridor
’Weshallstopintime!’calledoutMrWonka.’Don’tbesomadlyimpatient!’
FIZZYLIFTINGDRINKS,itsaidonthenextdoor.
’Oh,thosearefabulous!’criedMrWonka. ’Theyfillyouwithbubbles,andthebubblesarefullofaspecialkindofgas,andthisgasissoterrificallylifting thatitliftsyourightoffthegroundjustlikeaballoon,andupyougountilyourheadhitstheceiling—andthereyoustay.’
’Buthowdoyoucomedownagain?’askedlittleCharlie.
’Youdoaburp,ofcourse,’saidMrWonka.’Youdoagreatbiglongrudeburp,andupcomesthegasanddowncomesyou! Butdon’tdrinkitoutdoors! There’snoknowinghowhighupyou’llbecarriedifyoudothat. IgavesometoanoldOompa-Loompaonceoutinthebackyardandhewentupandupanddisappearedoutofsight! Itwasverysad.Ineversawhimagain.’
’Heshouldhaveburped,’Charliesaid.
’Ofcourseheshouldhaveburped,’saidMrWonka.’Istoodthereshouting,"Burp,yousillyass,burp,oryou’llnevercomedownagain!" Buthedidn’torcouldn’torwouldn’t,Idon’tknowwhich.Maybehewastoopolite.Hemustbeonthemoonbynow.’
Onthenextdoor,itsaid,SQUARESWEETSTHATLOOKROUND.
’Wait!’criedMrWonka,skiddingsuddenlytoahalt. ’Iamveryproudofmysquaresweetsthatlookround.Let’stakeapeek.’
