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Mrs
Salt
bent
further
forward
to
get
a
closer
look
.
She
was
now
kneeling
right
on
the
edge
of
the
hole
with
her
head
down
and
her
enormous
behind
sticking
up
in
the
air
like
a
giant
mushroom
.
It
was
a
dangerous
position
to
be
in
.
She
needed
only
one
tiny
little
push
...
one
gentle
nudge
in
the
right
place
...
and
that
is
exactly
what
the
squirrels
gave
her
!
Over
she
toppled
,
into
the
hole
head
first
,
screeching
like
a
parrot
.
'
Good
gracious
me
!
'
said
Mr
Salt
,
as
he
watched
his
fat
wife
go
tumbling
down
the
hole
,
'
what
a
lot
of
rubbish
there
's
going
to
be
today
!
'
He
saw
her
disappearing
into
the
darkness
.
'
What
's
it
like
down
there
,
Angina
?
'
he
called
out
.
He
leaned
further
forward
.
The
squirrels
rushed
up
behind
him
...
'
Help
!
'
he
shouted
.
But
he
was
already
toppling
forward
,
and
down
the
chute
he
went
,
just
as
his
wife
had
done
before
him
--
and
his
daughter
.
'
Oh
dear
!
'
cried
Charlie
,
who
was
watching
with
the
others
through
the
door
,
'
what
on
earth
's
going
to
happen
to
them
now
?
'
'
I
expect
someone
will
catch
them
at
the
bottom
of
the
chute
,
'
said
Mr
Wonka
.
'
But
what
about
the
great
fiery
incinerator
?
'
asked
Charlie
.
'
They
only
light
it
every
other
day
,
'
said
Mr
Wonka
.
'
Perhaps
this
is
one
of
the
days
when
they
let
it
go
out
.
You
never
know
...
they
might
be
lucky
...
'
'S
sshh
!
'
said
Grandpa
Joe
.
'
Listen
!
Here
comes
another
song
!
'
From
far
away
down
the
corridor
came
the
beating
of
drums
.
Then
the
singing
began
.
'
Veruca
Salt
!
'
sang
the
Oompa-Loompas
.
