“I'm getting out of here,” the father said, greyer than ever now. They all fled, slamming the door behind them.
The next afternoon, Matilda managed to get a rather sooty and grumpy parrot down from the chimney and out of the house without being seen.
She carried it through the back-door and ran with it all the way to Fred's house.
“Did it behave itself?” Fred asked her. “We had a lovely time with it,” Matilda said. “My parents adored it.”
Arithmetic
Matilda longed for her parents to be good and loving and understanding and honourable and intelligent.
The fact that they were none of these things was something she had to put up with. It was not easy to do so.
But the new game she had invented of punishing one or both of them each time they were beastly to her made her life more or less bearable.
Being very small and very young, the only power Matilda had over anyone in her family was brainpower.
For sheer cleverness she could run rings around them all.
But the fact remained that any five-year-old girl in any family was always obliged to do as she was told, however asinine the orders might be.
Thus she was always forced to eat her evening meals out of TV-dinner-trays in front of the dreaded box.
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