ROALD DAHL. Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator

Grandpa Joe blew himself upward and hovered beside Charlie, bubbling with excitement. ‘Charlie, my boy,’ he said. ‘We’ve been through a few funny things together lately, but never anything like this!’

‘Grandpa, where are the Knids? They’ve suddenly vanished!’

Everyone looked round. The only Knid in sight was their old friend with the purple behind, still cruising alongside in its usual place, still glaring into the Elevator.

‘Just a minute!’ cried Grandma Josephine. ‘What’s that I see over there?’ Again they looked, and this time, sure enough, away in the distance, in the deep blue sky of outer space, they saw a massive cloud of Vermicious Knids wheeling and circling like a fleet of bombers.

‘If you think we’re out of the woods yet, you’re crazy!’ shouted Grandma Georgina.

‘I fear no Knids!’ said Mr Wonka. ‘We’ve got them beaten now!’

‘Poppyrot and pigwash!’ said Grandma Josephine. ‘Any moment now they’ll be at us again! Look at them! They’re coming in! They’re coming closer!’

This was true. The huge fleet of Knids had moved in at incredible speed and was now flying level with the Great Glass Elevator, a couple of hundred yards away on the right-hand side. The one with the bump on its rear-end was much closer, only twenty yards away on the same side.

‘It’s changing shape!’ cried Charlie. ‘That nearest one! What’s it going to do? It’s getting longer and longer!’ And indeed it was. The mammoth egg-shaped body was slowly stretching itself out like chewing-gum, becoming longer and longer and thinner and thinner, until in the end it looked exactly like a long slimy-green serpent as thick as a thick tree and as long as a football pitch. At the front end were the eyes, big and white with red centres, at the back a kind of tapering tail and at the very end of the tail was the enormous round swollen bump it had got when it crashed against the glass.

The people floating inside the Elevator watched and waited. Then they saw the long rope-like Knid turning and coming straight but quite slowly toward the Great Glass Elevator. Now it began actually wrapping its ropy body around the Elevator itself. Once around it went . . . then twice around, and very horrifying it was to be inside and to see the soft green body squishing against the outside of the glass no more than a few inches away.

‘It’s tying us up like a parcel!’ yelled Grandma Josephine.

‘Bunkum!’ said Mr Wonka.

‘It’s going to crush us in its coils!’ wailed Grandma Georgina.

‘Never!’ said Mr Wonka.

Charlie glanced quickly back at the Transport Capsule. The sheet-white faces of Shuckworth, Shanks and Showler were pressed against the glass of the little windows, terror-struck, stupefied, stunned, their mouths open, their expressions frozen like fish fingers. Once again, Charlie gave them the thumbs-up signal. Showler acknowledged it with a sickly grin, but that was all.

‘Oh, oh, oh!’ screamed Grandma Josephine. ‘Get that beastly squishy thing away from here!’

Having curled its body twice around the Elevator, the Knid now proceeded to tie a knot with its two ends, a good strong knot, left over right, then right over left. When it had pulled the knot tight, there remained about five yards of one end hanging loose. This was the end with the eyes on it. But it didn’t hang loose for long. It quickly curled itself into the shape of a huge hook and the hook stuck straight out sideways from the Elevator as though waiting for something else to hook itself on to it.

While all this was going on, nobody had noticed what the other Knids were up to. ‘Mr Wonka!’ Charlie cried. ‘Look at the others! What are they doing?’

What indeed?

These, too, had all changed shape and had become longer, but not nearly so long or so thin as the first one. Each of them had turned itself into a kind of thick rod and the rod was curled around at both ends — at the tail end and at the head end — so that it made a double-ended hook. And now all the hooks were linking up into one long chain . . . one thousand Knids . . . all joining together and curving around in the sky to make a chain of Knids half a mile long or more! And the Knid at the very front of the chain (whose front hook was not, of course, hooked up to anything) was leading them in a wide circle and sweeping in toward the Great Glass Elevator.

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