Dahl: Mother why do I have to go to this school.Dahls mother: Because this is the proper boy school for children like you.Dahl: "When I was seven, my mother decided I should leave kindergarten and go to a proper boy’s school. By good fortune, there existed a well-known Preparatory School for boys about a mile from our house"
Dahl: look I found a mouse what should we do with it.Thaites I dont know think of somethingDahl: I have an idea lets put it in the gobstoppers jar and lets scare Ms.Prattchetts that will teach her a lessonThaiates: OH that will scare the living dirty monster out of her you had the idea so you can put it inDahl: OK Dahl:" she wouldn’t give you a bag. Instead you got your sweets twisted up in a small piece of newspaper which she tore off a pile of old Daily Mirrors lying on None of them, that is, until suddenly, one memorable afternoon, we found the dead mouse.
Mr. Coombes: What did those rugrat little scandalous do nowMs. Pratchett: They put a dead mouse in my candy jar there rude and they come in there doing what want they think there sly put a finally caught them.Dahl:"Our form master came into the classroom with a piece of paper in his hand. ‘The following are to report to the Headmaster’s study at once,’ he said. ‘Thwaites . . . Dahl . . .’ And then he read out the other three names which I have forgotten.The five of us stood up and left the room. We didn’t speak as we made our way down the long corridor into the Headmaster’s private quarters where the dreaded study was situated. Thwaites knocked on the door.‘Enter!’