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Eric
hesitated
.
Then
he
said
very
slowly
,
"
It
’
s
not
W
.
.
.
O
.
.
.
T
,
and
it
’
s
not
W
.
.
.
H
.
.
.
O
.
.
.
T
.
Ah
,
I
know
.
It
must
be
W
.
.
.
H
.
.
.
O
.
.
.
T
.
.
.
T
.
"
Standing
behind
Eric
,
the
Trunchbull
reached
out
and
took
hold
of
the
boy
’
s
two
ears
,
one
with
each
hand
,
pinching
them
between
forefinger
and
thumb
.
"
Ow
!
"
Eric
cried
.
"
Ow
!
You
’
re
hurting
me
!
"
"
I
haven
’
t
started
yet
,
"
the
Trunchbull
said
briskly
.
And
now
,
taking
a
firm
grip
on
his
two
ears
,
she
lifted
him
bodily
out
of
his
seat
and
held
him
aloft
.
Like
Rupert
before
him
,
Eric
squealed
the
house
down
.
From
the
back
of
the
class
-
room
Miss
Honey
cried
out
,
"
Miss
Trunchbull
!
Don
’
t
!
Please
let
him
go
!
His
ears
might
come
off
!
"
"
They
’
ll
never
come
off
,
"
the
Trunchbull
shouted
back
.
"
I
have
discovered
through
long
experience
,
Miss
Honey
,
that
the
ears
of
small
boys
are
stuck
very
firmly
to
their
heads
.
"
"
Let
him
go
,
Miss
Trunchbull
,
please
,
"
begged
Miss
Honey
.
"
You
could
damage
him
,
you
really
could
!
You
could
wrench
them
right
off
!
"
"
Ears
never
come
off
!
"
the
Trunchbull
shouted
.
"
They
stretch
most
marvellously
,
like
these
are
doing
now
,
but
I
can
assure
you
they
never
come
off
!
"
Eric
was
squealing
louder
than
ever
and
pedalling
the
air
with
his
legs
.
