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James and the Giant Peach

A Children's Story by Roald Dahl

It was quite a large hole, the sortof thing an animal about the size of a fox might have made.

James knelt down in front of it andpoked his head and shoulders inside.

He crawled in.

He kept on crawling.

This isn't just a hole, he thoughtexcitedly. It's a tunnel!

The tunnel was damp and murky, andall around him there was the curious bittersweet smell of fresh peach. Thefloor was soggy under his knees, the walls were wet and sticky, and peach juicewas dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it onhis tongue. It tasted delicious.

He was crawling uphill now, asthough the tunnel were leading straight toward the very center of the giganticfruit. Every few seconds he paused and took a bite out of the wall. The peachflesh was sweet and juicy, and marvelously refreshing.

He crawled on for several moreyards, and then suddenly -- bang - -the top of his head bumped into somethingextremely hard blocking his way. He glanced up. In front of him there was asolid wall that seemed at first as though it were made of wood. He touched itwith his fingers. It certainly felt like wood, except that it was very jaggedand full of deep grooves.

"Good heavens!" he said."I know what this is! I've come to the stone in the middle of thepeach!"

Then he noticed that there was asmall door cut into the face of the peach stone. He gave a push. It swung open.He crawled through it, and before he had time to glance up and see where hewas, he heard a voice saying, "Look who's here!" And another onesaid, "We've been waiting for you!