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James and the Giant Peach

RDQ:	1457	Max Word/Sent	77	Total Words	3369		Diff Words	911
Lex	820	Ave Word/.Sent	13	Hi Freq occurs	2588	76.8%	Hi freq	403	44.2%
AR	4.3	Long Sentences	24.2	Low Freq occurs	145	4.3%	Low freq	112	12.3%

HERE is James Henry Trotter when he was about four 
years old.
Up until this time he had had a happy life living peacefully 
with his mother and father in a beautiful house beside the 
sea. There were always plenty of other children for him to play 
with and there was the sandy beach for him to run about 
on and the ocean to paddle in. It was the perfect life for a 
small boy.
Then one day James's mother and father went to London 
to do some shopping and there a terrible thing happened. 
Both of them suddenly got eaten up (in full daylight mind 
you and on a crowded street) by an enormous angry rhinoceros 
which had escaped from the London Zoo.]]
Now this as you can well 
imagine was a rather nasty 
experience for two such gentle 
parents. But in the long run it 
was far nastier for James than 
it was for them. Their troubles 
were all over in a jiffy. They 
were dead and gone in thirty-
five seconds flat. Poor James 
on the other hand was still 
very much alive and all at 
once he found himself alone 
and frightened in a vast 
unfriendly world. The lovely house by the seaside had to be 
sold immediately and the little boy carrying nothing but a 
small suitcase containing a pair of pajamas and a toothbrush 
was sent away to live with his two aunts.
Their names were Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker and I am 
sorry to say that they were both really horrible people. They 
were selfish and lazy and cruel and right from the beginning 
they started beating poor James for almost no reason at all. 
They never called him by his real name but always referred to 
him as "you disgusting little beast" or "you filthy nuisance" or 
"you miserable creature" and they certainly never gave him 
any toys to play with or any picture books to look at. His room 
was as bare as a prison cell.
They lived-Aunt Sponge Aunt Spiker and now James as 
well-in a queer ramshackle house on the top of a high hill in 
the south of England. The hill was so high that from almost 
anywhere in the garden James could look down and see for]]
miles and miles across a marvelous landscape of woods and 
fields; and on a very clear day if he looked in the right direction 
he could see a tiny gray dot far away on the horizon 
which was the house that he used to live in with his beloved 
mother and father. And just beyond that he could see the 
ocean itself-a long thin streak of blackish-blue like a line of 
ink beneath the rim of the sky.
But James was never allowed to go down off the top of that 
hill. Neither Aunt Sponge nor Aunt Spiker could ever be bothered 
to take him out herself not even for a small walk or a picnic 
and he certainly wasn't permitted to go alone. "The nasty little 
beast will only get into mischief if he goes out of the garden" 
Aunt Spiker had said. And terrible punishments were promised 
him such as being locked up in the cellar with the rats for a 
week if he even so much as dared to climb over the fence.
The garden which covered the whole of the top of the hill 
was large and desolate and the only tree in the entire place 
(apart from a clump of dirty old laurel bushes at the far end) 
was an ancient peach tree that never gave any peaches. There 
was no swing no seesaw no sand pit and no other children 
were ever invited to come up the hill to play with poor James. 
There wasn't so much as a dog or a cat around to keep him 
company. And as time went on he became sadder and sadder 
and more and more lonely and he used to spend hours every 
day standing at the bottom of the garden gazing wistfully at 
the lovely but forbidden world of woods and fields and ocean 
that was spread out below him like a magic carpet.]]
Here is James Henry Trotter after he had been living with his aunts for three whole years-which is when this story really begins. For now there came a morning when something rather peculiar happened to him. And this thing which as I say was only rather peculiar soon caused a second thing to happen which was very peculiar. And then the very peculiar thing in its own turn caused a really fantastically peculiar thing to occur.
It all started on a blazing hot day in the middle of summer. Aunt Sponge Aunt Spiker and James were all out in the garden. James had been put to work as usual. This time he was chopping wood for the kitchen stove. Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker were sitting comfortably in deck-chairs nearby sipping tall glasses of fizzy lemonade and watching him to see that he didn't stop work for one moment.]]
Aunt Sponge was enormously fat and very short. She had small piggy eyes a sunken mouth and one of those white flabby faces that looked exactly as though it had been boiled. She was like a great white soggy overboiled cabbage. Aunt Spiker on the other hand was lean and tall and bony and she wore steel-rimmed spectacles that fixed onto the end of her nose with a clip. She had a screeching voice and long wet narrow lips and whenever she got angry or excited little flecks of spit would come shooting out of her mouth as she talked. And there they sat these two ghastly hags sipping their drinks and every now and again screaming at James to chop faster and faster. They also talked about themselves each one saying how beautiful she thought she was. Aunt Sponge had a long-handled mirror on her lap and she kept picking it up and gazing at her own hideous face.
"I look and smell "Aunt Sponge declared "as lovely as a rose!
Just feast your eyes upon my face observe my shapely nose!
Behold my heavenly silky locks! And if I take off both my socks 
You'll see my dainty toes. "
"But don't forget "Aunt Spiker cried "how much your tummy shows!"
Aunt Sponge went red. Aunt Spiker said My sweet you cannot win
Behold MY gorgeous curvy shape my teeth my charming grin!]]
Oh beauteous me! How I adore My radiant looks! 
And please ignore The pimple on my chin. "
"My dear old trout!"Aunt Sponge cried out 
"You're only bones and skin!"
"Such loveliness as I possess can only truly shine In Hollywood!"
Aunt Sponge declared. "Oh wouldn't that be fine!
I'd capture all the nations hearts! They'd give me all the leading parts! The stars would all resign!"
"I think you'd make "Aunt Spiker said "a lovely Frankenstein. "
Poor James was still slaving away at the chopping-block. The heat was terrible. He was sweating all over. His arm was aching. The chopper was a large blunt thing far too heavy for a small boy to use. And as he worked James began thinking about all the other children in the world and what they might be doing at this moment. Some would be riding tricycles in their gardens. Some would be walking in cool woods and picking bunches of wild flowers. And all the little friends whom he used to know would be down by the seaside playing in the wet sand and splashing around in the water...
Great tears began oozing out of James's eyes and rolling down his cheeks. He stopped working and leaned against the chopping-block overwhelmed by his own unhappiness.
"What's the matter with you?" Aunt Spiker screeched glaring at him over the top of her steel spectacles.
James began to cry.]]
"Stop that immediately and get on with your work you nasty little beast!" Aunt Sponge ordered.
"Oh Auntie Sponge!" James cried out. "And Auntie Spiker! Couldn't we all-please-just for once-go down to the seaside on the bus? It isn't very far-and I feel so hot and awful and lonely..."
"Why you lazy good-for-nothing brute!" Aunt Spiker shouted.
"Beat him!" cried Aunt Sponge.
"I certainly will!" Aunt Spiker snapped. She glared at James and James looked back at her with large frightened eyes. "I shall beat you later on in the day when I don't feel so hot" she said. "And now get out of my sight you disgusting little worm and give me some peace!"
James turned and ran. He ran off as fast as he could to the far end of the garden and hid himself behind that clump of dirty old laurel bushes that we mentioned earlier on. Then he covered his face with his hands and began to cry and cry.
It was at this point that the first thing of all the rather peculiar thing that led to so many other much more peculiar things happened to him.
For suddenly just behind him James heard a rustling of leaves and he turned around and saw an old man in a crazy dark-green suit emerging from the bushes. He was a very small old man but he had a huge bald head and a face that was ]]
covered all over with bristly black whiskers. He stopped when he was about three yards away and he stood there leaning on his stick and staring hard at James.
When he spoke his voice was very slow and creaky. "Come closer to me little boy" he said beckoning to James with a finger. "Come right up close to me and I will show you something wonderful."
James was too frightened to move.
The old man hobbled a step or two nearer and then he put a hand into the pocket of his jacket and took out a small white paper bag.
"You see this?" he whispered waving the bag gently to and]]
fro in front of James's face. "You know what this is my dear? You know what's inside this little bag?"
Then he came nearer still leaning forward and pushing his face so close to James that James could feel breath blowing on his cheeks. The breath smelled musty and stale and slightly mildewed like air in an old cellar.
"Take a look my dear" he said opening the bag and tilting it toward James. Inside it James could see a mass of tiny green things that looked like little stones or crystals each one about the size of a grain of rice. They were extraordinarily beautiful and there was a strange brightness about them a sort of luminous quality that made them glow and sparkle in the most wonderful way.
"Listen to them!" the old man whispered. "Listen to them move!"
James stared into the bag and sure enough there was a faint rustling sound coming up from inside it and then he noticed that all the thousands of little green things were slowly very very slowly stirring about and moving over each other as though they were alive.
"There's more power and magic in those things in there than in all the rest of the world put together" the old man said softly. 
"But-but-what are they?" James murmured finding his voice at last. "Where do they come from?"
"Ah-ha" the old man whispered. "You'd never guess that!" He was crouching a little now and pushing his face still closer and closer to James until the tip of his long nose was actually touching the skin on James's forehead. Then suddenly he jumped back and began waving his stick madly in the air. "Crocodile tongues!" he cried. "One thousand long slimy ]]
crocodile tongues boiled up in the skull of a dead witch for twenty days and nights with the eyeballs of a lizard! Add the fingers of a young monkey the gizzard of a pig the beak of a green parrot the juice of a porcupine and three spoonfuls of sugar. Stew for another week and then let the moon do the rest!"
All at once he pushed the white paper bag into James's hands and said "Here! You take it! It's yours!"
James Henry Trotter stood there clutching the bag and staring at the old man.
"And now" the old man said "all you've got to do is this. Take a large jug of water and pour all the little green things into it. Then very slowly one by one add ten hairs from your own head. That sets them off! It gets them going! In a couple of minutes the water will begin to froth and bubble furiously and as soon as that happens you must quickly drink it all down the whole jugful in one gulp. And then my dear you will feel it churning and boiling in your stomach and steam will start coming out of your mouth and immediately after that marvelous things will start happening to you fabulous unbelievable things-and you will never be miserable again in your life. Because you are miserable aren't you? You needn't tell me! I know all about it! Now off you go and do exactly as I say. And don't whisper a word of this to those two horrible aunts of yours! Not a word! And don't let those green things in there get away from you either! Because if they do escape then they will]]
be working their magic upon somebody else instead of upon you! And that isn't what you want at all is it my dear? Whoever they meet first be it bug insect animal or tree that will be the one who gets the full power of their magic! So hold the bag tight! Don't tear the paper! Off you go! Hurry up! Don't wait! Now's the time! Hurry!"
With that the old man turned away and disappeared into the bushes.
The next moment James was running back toward the house as fast as he could go. He would do it all in the kitchen he told himself-if only he could get in there without Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker seeing him. He was terribly excited. He flew through the long grass and the stinging-nettles not caring whether he got stung or not on his bare knees and in the distance he could see Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker sitting in their chairs with their backs toward him. He swerved away from them so as to go around the other side of the house but then suddenly just as he was passing underneath the old peach tree that stood in the middle of the garden his foot slipped and he fell flat on his face in the grass. The paper bag burst open as it hit the ground and the thousands of tiny green things were scattered in all directions.
James immediately picked himself up onto his hands and knees and started searching around for his precious treasures. But what was this?They were all sinking into the soil! He could]]
actually see them wriggling and twisting as they burrowed their way downward into the hard earth and at once he reached out a hand to pick some of them up before it was too late but they disappeared right under his fingers. He went after some others and the same thing happened! He began scrabbling around frantically in an effort to catch hold of those that were left but they were too quick for him. Each time the tips of his fingers were just about to touch them they vanished into the earth! And soon in the space of only a few seconds every single one of them had gone!
James felt like crying. He would never get them back now-they were lost lost lost forever.
But where had they gone to? And why in the world had they been so eager to push down into the earth like that? What were they after? There was nothing down there. Nothing except the roots of the old peach tree ... and a whole lot of earthworms and centipedes and insects living in the soil.
But what was it that the old man had said? Whoever they meet first be it bug insect animal or tree that will be the one who gets the full power of their magic!
Good heavens thought James. What is going to happen in that case if they do meet an earthworm? Or a centipede? Or a spider? And what if they do go into the roots of the peach tree?
"Get up at once you lazy little beast!" a voice was suddenly shouting in James's ear. James glanced up and saw Aunt Spiker standing over him grim and tall and bony glaring at him through her steel-rimmed spectacles. "Get back over there immediately and finish chopping up those logs!" she ordered. Aunt Sponge fat and pulpy as a jellyfish came waddling up behind her sister to see what was going on. "Why don't we just]]
lower the boy down the well in a bucket and leave him there for the night?" she suggested. "That ought to teach him not to laze around like this the whole day long."
"That's a very good wheeze my dear Sponge. But let's make him finish chopping up the wood first. Be off with you at once you hideous brat and do some work!"
Slowly sadly poor James got up off the ground and went back to the woodpile. Oh if only he hadn't slipped and fallen and dropped that precious bag. All hope of a happier life had gone completely now. Today and tomorrow and the next day and all the other days as well would be nothing but punishment and pain unhappiness and despair.
He picked up the chopper and was just about to start chopping away again when he heard a shout behind him that made him stop and turn.
"Sponge! Sponge! Come here at once and look at this!" 
"At what?"
"It's a peach!" Aunt Spiker was shouting. 
"A what?"
"A peach! Right up there on the highest branch! Can't you see it?"
"I think you must be mistaken my dear Spiker. That miserable tree never has any peaches on it."
"There's one on it now Sponge! You look for yourself!" 
"You're teasing me Spiker. You're making my mouth water]]
on purpose when there's nothing to put into it. Why that tree's never even had a blossom on it let alone a peach. Right up on the highest branch you say? I can't see a thing. Very funny... Ha ha... Good gracious me! Well I'll be blowed There really is a peach up there!"
"A nice big one too!" Aunt Spiker said.
"A beauty a beauty!" Aunt Sponge cried out.
At this point James slowly put down his chopper and turned and looked across at the two women who were standing underneath the peach tree.
Something is about to happen he told himself. Something peculiar is about to happen any moment. He hadn't the faintest idea what it might be but he could feel it in his bones that something was going to happen soon. He could feel it in the air around him ... in the sudden stillness that had fallen upon the garden....
James tiptoed a little closer to the tree. The aunts were not talking now. They were just standing there staring at the peach. There was not a sound anywhere not even a breath of wind and overhead the sun blazed down upon them out of a deep blue sky.
"It looks ripe to me" Aunt Spiker said breaking the silence.
"Then why don't we eat it?" Aunt Sponge suggested licking her thick lips. "We can have half each. Hey you! James! Come over here at once and climb this tree!"
James came running over.
"I want you to pick that peach up there on the highest branch" Aunt Sponge went on. "Can you see it?"
"Yes Auntie Sponge I can see it!"]]

Subjective Criteria

Illustrations: Little support

Dialog: Multiple speakers

Dialog: Broken dialogue

Vocabulary: Some difficult words

Language: Many descriptive words

Sentences: Many Long Complex

Text structure: Story/Poem

Inferences: Some implications

Complexity: Several ideas - closely related

Concept: Fanciful

Chapters

Features

Character traits

Simple Plot

Topic

Magic

Fantasy

Adventures

Insects

*Fictional Ideas/Charac

*Family & Friends

Low Frequency Words

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sweating	swerved	terribly	tilting	tongues
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unhappiness	waddling	whiskers	whisper	wistfully
woodpile	wriggling