“Oh no, she didn't,” piped Nigel. “Miss Honey taught it to us in three minutes so we'll never forget it.
She teaches us lots of words in three minutes.” “And what exactly is this magic method, Miss Honey?” asked the Headmistress.
“I'll show you,” piped up the brave Nigel again, coming to Miss Honey's rescue.
“Can I put my other foot down and turn round, please, while I show you?”
“You may do neither!” snapped the Trunchbull. “Stay as you are and show me just the same!”
“All right,” said Nigel, wobbling crazily on his one leg.
“Miss Honey gives us a little song about each word and we all sing it together and we learn to spell it in no time.
Would you like to hear the song about ‘difficulty’?” “I should be fascinated,” the Trunchbull said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Here it is,” Nigel said. “Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY. That spells difficulty.”
“How perfectly ridiculous!” snorted the Trunchbull. “Why are all these women married?
And anyway you're not meant to teach poetry when you're teaching spelling. Cut it out in future, Miss Honey.”
“But it does teach them some of the harder words wonderfully well,” Miss Honey murmured.
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