“there was a loud squelching noise similar to that made by a hippopotamus when lowering its foot into the mud on the banks of the Limpopo River.”
“But you're too small and stupid to have read the Just So Stories, aren't you?”
“I've read them,” Matilda said. “You're a liar,” Hortensia said amiably. “You can't even read yet.”
“But no matter. So when the Trunchbull sat down on the Golden Syrup, the squelch was beautiful.”
“And when she jumped up again, the chair sort of stuck to the seat of those awful green breeches she wears”
“and came up with her for a few seconds until the thick syrup slowly came unstuck.”
“Then she clasped her hands to the seat of her breeches and both hands got covered in the muck. You should have heard her bellow.”
“But how did she know it was you?” Lavender asked. “A little squirt called Ollie Bogwhistle sneaked on me,” Hortensia said.
“I knocked his front teeth out.” “And the Trunchbull put you in The Chokey for a whole day?” Matilda asked, gulping.
“All day long,” Hortensia said. “I was off my rocker when she let me out. I was babbling like an idiot.”
“What were the other things you did to get put in The Chokey?” Lavender asked. “Oh I can't remember them all now,” Hortensia said.
She spoke with the air of an old warrior who has been in so many battles that bravery has become commonplace.
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