Excerpt James and the Giant Peach written by Roald Dahl
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James and the giant peach by Roald Dahl one Until he was four years old. James Henry Trotter had 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, mother and father went to London to do some shopping and they're 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 last year for James than it was for them. Their troubles were over in a jiffy. They were dead and gone in 35 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 pajamas and a toothbrush was sent away to live with his two aunts. Their names were Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker, and I'm 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 marvelous landscape of woods and fields. And on a very clear day, if he looked in the right direction he could see a tiny gray dot far away on the horizon, which was the house that he used to live in with, his beloved mother and father