By Roald Dahl, Quentin Blake
How do you outwit a Twit?
Mr. and Mrs. Twit are the smelliest, nastiest, ugliest humans on this planet. They hate everything—except enjoying suggest jokes on one another, catching blameless birds to install their chook Pies, and making their caged monkeys, the Muggle-Wumps, stand on their heads all day. however the Muggle-Wumps have had sufficient. they do not simply wish out, they wish revenge.
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They retain out nasty nosy little kids. ” close to the home you will see Mr. Twit’s workshed. to at least one part there's the large lifeless Tree. It by no means has any leaves on it simply because it’s useless. and never faraway from the tree, one can find the monkey cage. There are 4 monkeys in it. They belong to Mr. Twit. you are going to listen approximately them later. Hugtight Sticky Glue as soon as every week, on Wednesdays, the Twits had chicken Pie for supper. Mr. Twit stuck the birds and Mrs. Twit cooked them. Mr. Twit used to be reliable at catching birds. at the day sooner than poultry Pie day, he might placed the ladder up opposed to the large useless Tree and climb into the branches with a bucket of glue and a paintbrush. The glue he used was once anything known as HUGTIGHT and it used to be stickier than the other glue on the earth. He may paint it alongside the tops of the entire branches after which leave. because the solar went down, birds may fly in from throughout to roost for the evening within the mammoth useless Tree. They didn’t understand, terrible issues, that the branches have been all smeared with terrible HUGTIGHT. the instant they landed on a department, their ft caught and that used to be that. the subsequent morning, which was once chicken Pie day, Mr. Twit might climb up the ladder back and seize the entire wretched birds that have been caught to the tree. It didn’t topic what sort they were—song thrushes, blackbirds, sparrows, crows, little jenny wrens, robins, anything—they all went into the pot for Wednesday’s chook Pie supper. 4 Sticky Little Boys On one Tuesday night after Mr. Twit were up the ladder and smeared the tree with HUGTIGHT, 4 little boys crept into the backyard to examine the monkeys. They didn’t care concerning the thistles and stinging-nettles, now not whilst there have been monkeys to examine. After your time, they obtained bored with taking a look at the monkeys, in order that they explored additional into the backyard and located the ladder leaning opposed to the large lifeless Tree. They determined to climb it only for enjoyable. There’s not anything flawed with that. the subsequent morning, whilst Mr. Twit went out to gather the birds, he discovered 4 depressing little boys sitting within the tree, caught as tight as will be through the seats in their pants to the branches. there have been no birds as the presence of the men had scared them away. Mr. Twit used to be livid. “As there aren't any birds for my pie tonight,” he shouted, “then it’ll must be boys as a substitute! ” He began to climb the ladder. “Boy Pie could be higher than fowl Pie,” he went on, grinning horribly. “More meat and never such a lot of tiny little bones! ” the men have been terrified. “He’s going to boil us! ” cried certainly one of them. “He’ll stew us alive! ” wailed the second. “He’ll prepare dinner us with carrots! ” cried the 3rd. however the fourth little boy, who had extra feel than the others, whispered, “Listen, I’ve simply had an idea. we're in basic terms caught through the seats of our pants. So fast! Unbutton your pants and slip out of them and fall to the floor. ” Mr. Twit had reached the pinnacle of the ladder and used to be as regards to to make a seize for the closest boy once they all without notice tumbled out of the tree and ran for domestic with their bare bottoms winking on the solar.