The House, the Tree and the Monkey Cage

The House, the Tree and the Monkey Cage But that’s enough of that. We can’t go on forever watching these two disgusting people doing disgusting things to each other. We must get ahead with the story.

Here is a picture of Mr and Mrs Twit’s house and garden. Some house! It looks like a prison. And not a window anywhere.

‘Who wants windows?’ Mr Twit had said when they were building it.

‘Who wants every Tom, Dick and Harry peeping in to see what you’re doing?’ It didn’t occur to Mr Twit that windows were meant mainly for looking out of, not for looking into.

And what do you think of that ghastly garden? Mrs Twit was the gardener. She was very good at growing thistles and stinging-nettles. ‘I always grow plenty of spiky thistles and plenty of stinging-nettles,’ she used to say. ‘They keep out nasty nosey little children.’

Near the house you can see Mr Twit’s work-shed.

To one side there is The Big Dead Tree. It never has any leaves on it because it’s dead.

And not far from the tree, you can see the monkey cage. There are four monkeys in it. They belong to Mr Twit. You will hear about them later.