Photo: http://blogs.seattleweekly.com/dailyweekly/dead_mouse01.jpgToday I was inaugurating my gobstopper jar, I wasn't scrutinizing. Instead of pulling out a delicious gobstopper I was holding out a freaky little dead mouse, I shrieked with horror. The jar slid through my fingers like snakes and landed with a very high pitched crash. The next day I closed the sweet shop, I did it so that none of those filthy little boys could enter and put their filthy little hands on my sweets. That day I was so furious that I went straight to their principal and told him about it. That same day the principal made all the children stand on the boundaries of the playground facing in towards the school. The principal and I went around looking at each person, first we running then we got slower and slower. Then finally we came to the person that bought the candy from me he made me lose my last sherbet sucker, then we came to the guy that must have put the dead mouse into my jar then the rest five were just following the only thing didn't understand is that why the other three came in if they weren't going to buy anything. Maybe they were just there to make the place dirty or were they there to distract me from the guy that was putting the mouse into the jar.THERE'S THE ONE THAT BOUGHT THE CANDY OF ME AND THERE'S THE ONE THAT PUT THE DEAD MOUSE INTO THE JAR !!! When my fingers caught hold of that soggy stinking dead mouse I got so freaked out that my gobstopper jar slid through my fingers like snakes. And now I've lost most of my gobstoppers.
Dahl,Roald. Boy: Tales of childhood.
London:Penguin Books,1984.Print
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