Squirrels Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with T. ‘Tree?’ I guessed with a laugh. ‘Your go,’ sighed Stent. I narrowed my eyes. There had to be something better than what we’d had so far: sky, hill, branch, twig, cloud, snow, tree. ‘I spy with my little eye, something beginning with W.’ I smirked, a little cocky. I knew I had a good one. ‘Wagon,’ said Holly, looking even more smug than I did. I pursed my lips. ‘No.’

Countless fist-sized, ugly, green spore-like creatures, identical to Loja's current form, leaped out and lunged towards Wilbur. Wilbur furrowed his brows. Those spores squeaked as they lunged at Wilbur. Before Wilbur could even react, they exploded in front of him.

MariGold “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” That was Eliza's scream or squeak or squeal. Just know that if I have any complications with my ears, Eliza's responsible. “OH my God I can't believe this! Gosh!” she finally said after she finished screaming. She grabbed my arm and gawked at my palm where Wilbur wrote the number “oh my God! He really wrote this?” she asked rhetorically I rolled my eyes and snatched back my arm.