James and the Giant Peach

'Look at me, look at me!' shouted the Centipede excitedly. 'It's washed me clean! The paint's all gone! I can move again!'

'That's the worst news I've had in a long time,' the Earthworm said.

The Centipede was dancing around the deck and turning somersaults in the air and singing at the top of his voice: 'Oh, hooray for the storm and the rain!

I can move! I don't feel any pain!

And now I'm a pest,

I'm the biggest and best,

The most marvellous pest once again!'

'Oh, do shut up,' the Old-Green-Grasshopper said.

'Look at me!' cried the Centipede.

'Look at ME! I am freed! I am freed!

Not a scratch nor a bruise nor a bleed!

To his grave this fine gent

They all thought they had sent

And I very near went!

Oh, I VERY near went!

But they cent quite the wrong Sentipede!'

Thirty-one

'How fast we are going all of a sudden,' the Ladybird said. 'I wonder why?'

'I don't think the seagulls like this place any better than we do,' James answered. 'I imagine they want to get out of it as soon as they can. They got a bad fright in that storm we've just been through.'

Faster and faster flew the seagulls, skimming across the sky at a tremendous pace, with the peach trailing out behind them. Cloud after cloud went by on either side, all of them ghostly white in the moonlight, and several more times during the night the travellers caught glimpses of Cloud-Men moving around on the tops of these clouds, working their sinister magic upon the world below.

Once they passed a snow machine in operation, with the Cloud-Men turning the handle and a blizzard of snowflakes blowing out of the great funnel above. They saw the huge drums that were used for making thunder, and the Cloud-Men beating them furiously with long hammers. They saw the frost factories and the wind producers and the places where cyclones and tornadoes were manufactured and sent spinning down towards the Earth, and once, deep in the hollow of a large billowy cloud, they spotted something that could only have been a Cloud-Men's city. There were caves everywhere running into the cloud, and at the entrances to the caves the Cloud-Men's wives were crouching over little stoves with frying-pans in their hands, frying snowballs for their husbands' suppers. And hundreds of Cloud-Men's children were frisking about all over the place and shrieking with laughter and sliding down the billows of the cloud on toboggans.

An hour later, just before dawn, the travellers heard a soft whooshing noise above their heads and they glanced up and saw an immense grey batlike creature swooping down towards them out of the dark. It circled round and round the peach, flapping its great wings slowly in the moonlight and staring at the travellers. Then it uttered a series of long deep melancholy cries and flew off again into the night.

'Oh, I do wish the morning would come!' Miss Spider said, shivering all over.

'It won't be long now,' James answered. 'Look, it's getting lighter over there already.'

They all sat in silence watching the sun as it came up slowly over the rim of the horizon for a new day.

Thirty-two

And when full daylight came at last, they all got to their feet and stretched their poor cramped bodies, and then the Centipede, who always seemed to see things first, shouted, 'Look! There's land below!'

'He's right!' they cried, running to the edge of the peach and peering over. 'Hooray! Hooray!'

'It looks like streets and houses!'

'But how enormous it all is!'