Chapter 2 : More means less
By the time Oliver was seven, he was sleeping in a dormitory with fifty other starving boys.
“I’m so hungry I could eat the boy in the next bed”
“We must have more food”
“Let’s draw straws to decide who is going to ask Mr.Bumble
Oliver Twist was chosen to be that one.
“Go on, Oliver”
“Ask now!”
Shivering with fear, Oliver walked the length of the room. He clutched his bowl so tightly his knuckles gleamed white.
*** “Please sir, I want some more.”*** he whispered
“WHAT!?” should loudly Mr.Bumble
Mr.Bumble swelled like an evil giant. His eyes bulged with fury and his face went purple.
“More? How DARE you! Wicked boy!”
“Your punishment starts here” He seized Oliver, hit him with the gruel ladle and threw him into the coal cellar, locking the door.
Oliver heard him stump up the steps, muttering as he went “ No one’s ever asked for more before. Mark my words, he’ll be a criminal when he grows up. That boy will be hang!”