“Tell us just a little bit more about what she does,” Matilda said. “Please do.”
“I mustn't frighten you before you've been here a week,” Hortensia said.
“You won't,” Lavender said. “We may be small but we're quite tough.” “Listen to this then,” Hortensia said.
“Only yesterday the Trunchbull caught a boy called Julius Rottwinkle eating Liquorice Allsorts during the scripture lesson”
“and she simply picked him up by one arm and flung him clear out of the open classroom window.”
Our classroom is one floor up and we saw Julius Rottwinkle go sailing out over the garden like a Frisbee
and landing with a thump in the middle of the lettuces.
“Then the Trunchbull turned to us and said, ‘From now on, anybody caught eating in class goes straight out the window.’”
“Did this Julius Rottwinkle break any bones?” Lavender asked. “Only a few,” Hortensia said.
“You've got to remember that the Trunchbull once threw the hammer for Britain in the Olympics so she's very proud of her right arm.”
“What's throwing the hammer?” Lavender asked. “The hammer,” Hortensia said, “is actually a ruddy great cannon-ball on the end of a long bit of wire,”
“and the thrower whisks it round and round his or her head faster and faster and then lets it go.”
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