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Admittedly
the
enemy
on
this
occasion
was
not
Napoleon
.
But
you
would
never
have
got
anyone
at
Crunchem
Hall
to
admit
that
the
Headmistress
was
a
less
formidable
foe
than
the
famous
Frenchman
.
Great
skill
would
have
to
be
exercised
,
Lavender
told
herself
,
and
great
secrecy
observed
if
she
was
to
come
out
of
this
exploit
alive
.
There
was
a
muddy
pond
at
the
bottom
of
Lavender
’
s
garden
and
this
was
the
home
of
a
colony
of
newts
.
The
newt
,
although
fairly
common
in
English
ponds
,
is
not
often
seen
by
ordinary
people
because
it
is
a
shy
and
murky
creature
.
It
is
an
incredibly
ugly
gruesome
-
looking
animal
,
rather
like
a
baby
crocodile
but
with
a
shorter
head
.
It
is
quite
harmless
but
doesn
’
t
look
it
.
It
is
about
six
inches
long
and
very
slimy
,
with
a
greenish
-
grey
skin
on
top
and
an
orange
-
coloured
belly
underneath
.
It
is
,
in
fact
,
an
amphibian
,
which
can
live
in
or
out
of
water
.
That
evening
Lavender
went
to
the
bottom
of
the
garden
determined
to
catch
a
newt
.
They
are
swiftly
-
moving
animals
and
not
easy
to
get
hold
of
.
She
lay
on
the
bank
for
a
long
time
waiting
patiently
until
she
spotted
a
whopper
.
Then
,
using
her
school
hat
as
a
net
,
she
swooped
and
caught
it
.
She
had
lined
her
pencil
-
box
with
pond
-
weed
ready
to
receive
the
creature
,
but
she
discovered
that
it
was
not
easy
to
get
the
newt
out
of
the
hat
and
into
the
pencil
-
box
.
It
wriggled
and
squirmed
like
quicksilver
and
,
apart
from
that
,
the
box
was
only
just
long
enough
to
take
it
.
When
she
did
get
it
in
at
last
,
she
had
to
be
careful
not
to
trap
its
tail
in
the
lid
when
she
slid
it
closed
.
A
boy
next
door
called
Rupert
Entwistle
had
told
her
that
if
you
chopped
off
a
newt
’
s
tail
,
the
tail
stayed
alive
and
grew
into
another
newt
ten
times
bigger
than
the
first
one
.
It
could
be
the
size
of
an
alligator
.
Lavender
didn
’
t
quite
believe
that
,
but
she
was
not
prepared
to
risk
it
happening
.
Eventually
she
managed
to
slide
the
lid
of
the
pencil
-
box
right
home
and
the
newt
was
hers
.
Then
,
on
second
thoughts
,
she
opened
the
lid
just
the
tiniest
fraction
so
that
the
creature
could
breathe
.
The
next
day
she
carried
her
secret
weapon
to
school
in
her
satchel
.
She
was
tingling
with
excitement
.
She
was
longing
to
tell
Matilda
about
her
plan
of
battle
.
In
fact
,
she
wanted
to
tell
the
whole
class
.
But
she
finally
decided
to
tell
nobody
.
It
was
better
that
way
because
then
no
one
,
even
when
put
under
the
most
severe
torture
,
would
be
able
to
name
her
as
the
culprit
.
Lunchtime
came
.
Today
it
was
sausages
and
baked
beans
,
Lavender
’
s
favourite
,
but
she
couldn
’
t
eat
it
.
"
Are
you
feeling
all
right
,
Lavender
?
"
Miss
Honey
asked
from
the
head
of
the
table
.
"
I
had
such
a
huge
breakfast
"
,
Lavender
said
,
"
I
really
couldn
’
t
eat
a
thing
.
"
Immediately
after
lunch
,
she
dashed
off
to
the
kitchen
and
found
one
of
the
Trunchbull
’
s
famous
jugs
.
It
was
a
large
bulging
thing
made
of
blue
-
glazed
pottery
.
Lavender
filled
it
half
-
full
of
water
and
carried
it
,
together
with
a
glass
,
into
the
classroom
and
set
it
on
the
teacher
’
s
table
.
The
classroom
was
still
empty
.
Quick
as
a
flash
,
Lavender
got
her
pencil
-
box
from
her
satchel
and
slid
open
the
lid
just
a
tiny
bit
