Write a paragraph of 100 – 120 words and describe how would you feel if you are in place of one of the aunts seeing the giant humungous peach rolling towards you and you are about to taste your own medicine. Of story James and the giant peach
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Until he was four years old, James Henry Trotter had a happy life. He
lived peacefully with his mother and father in a beautiful house
beside the sea. There were always plenty of other children for him to
play with, and there was the sandy beach for him to run about on,
and the ocean to paddle in. It was the perfect life for a small boy.
Then, one day, James’s mother and father went to London to do
some shopping, and there a terrible thing happened. Both of them
suddenly got eaten up (in full daylight, mind you, and on a crowded
street) by an enormous angry rhinoceros which had escaped from the
London Zoo.
Now this, as you can well imagine, was a rather nasty experience
for two such gentle parents. But in the long run it was far nastier for
James than it was for them. Their troubles were all over in a jiffy.
They were dead and gone in thirty-five seconds flat. Poor James, on
the other hand, was still very much alive, and all at once he found
himself alone and frightened in a vast unfriendly world. The lovely
house by the seaside had to be sold immediately, and the little boy,
carrying nothing but a small suitcase containing a pair of pyjamas and
a toothbrush, was sent away to live with his two aunts.
Their names were Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker, and I am sorry to
say that they were both really horrible people. They were selfish and
lazy and cruel, and right from the beginning they started beating poor
James for almost no reason at all. They never called him by his real
name, but always referred to him as ‘you disgusting little beast’ or
‘you filthy nuisance’ or ‘you miserable creature’, and they certainly
never gave him any toys to play with or any picture books to look at.
His room was as bare as a prison cell.
They lived – Aunt Sponge, Aunt Spiker, and now James as well – in
a queer ramshackle house on the top of a high hill in the south of
England. The hill was so high that from almost anywhere in the
garden James could look down and see for miles and miles across a
marvellous landscape of woods and fields; and on a very clear day, if
he looked in the right direction, he could see a tiny grey dot far away
on the horizon, which was the house that he used to live in with his
beloved mother and father. And just beyond that, he could see the
ocean itself – a long thin streak of blackish-blue, like a line of ink,
beneath the rim of the sky.
But James was never allowed to go down off the top of that hill.
Neither Aunt Sponge nor Aunt Spiker could ever be bothered to take
him out herself, not even for a small walk or a picnic, and he certainly
wasn’t permitted to go alone. ‘The nasty little beast will only get into
mischief if he goes out of the garden,’ Aunt Spiker had said. And
terrible punishments were promised him, such as being locked up in
the cellar with the rats for a week, if he even so much as dared to
climb over the fence.
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