“The kids in Room 207 were misbehaving again. Spitballs stuck to the ceiling. Paper planes whizzed through the air. They were the worst-behaved class in the whole school.”
“Rabbit climbed on to the bed and began to bounce up and down. The others joined him. They bounced higher and higher but still they couldn’t reach the trap door in the ceiling.”
“The two bears leapt bravely from the hole in the ceiling. Their handkerchief parachutes opened out and they floated gently down...landing safely in the blanket.”
“The old man was standing with his back to Cass, bent over a squat potbellied stove from which a length of stovepipe launched off awkwardly into the ceiling. The rest of the garage was an incredible chaos of junk and clutter.
“And then at last she loosened the right screw! Whizz! Bang! the spring flew out with a whirr and hit the low ceiling. Screws and cog wheels flew in every direction. It was like an explosion.”