“Chop 'em off and throw 'em in the dustbin, you understand?”
Amanda, paralysed with fright, managed to stutter, “My m-m-mummy likes them. She p-p-plaits them for me every morning.”
“Your mummy's a twit!” the Trunchbull bellowed.
She pointed a finger the size of a salami at the child's head and shouted, “You look like a rat with a tail coming out of its head!”
“My m-m-mummy thinks I look lovely, Miss T-T-Trunchbull,” Amanda stuttered, shaking like a blancmange.
“I don't give a tinker's toot what your mummy thinks!” the Trunchbull yelled,
and with that she lunged forward and grabbed hold of Amanda's pigtails in her right fist and lifted the girl clear off the ground.
Then she started swinging her round and round her head, faster and faster
and Amanda was screaming blue murder and the Trunchbull was yelling, “I'll give you pigtails, you little rat!”
“Shades of the Olympics,” Hortensia murmured. “She's getting up speed now just like she does with the hammer. Ten to one she's going to throw her.”
And now the Trunchbull was leaning back against the weight of the whirling girl and pivoting expertly on her toes, spinning round and round,
and soon Amanda Thripp was travelling so fast she became a blur, and suddenly, with a mighty grunt,
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