The Oompa-Loompas

           ’Oompa-Loompas!’everyonesaidatonce.’Oompa-Loompas!’ 

           ’ImporteddirectfromLoompaland,’saidMrWonkaproudly. 

           ’There’snosuchplace,’saidMrsSalt. 

           ’Excuseme,dearlady,but...’ 

           ’MrWonka,’criedMrsSalt.’I’mateacherofgeography 

           ’Thenyou’llknowallaboutit,’saidMrWonka. ’Andoh,whataterriblecountryitis! Nothingbutthickjunglesinfestedbythemostdangerousbeastsintheworld—hornswogglersandsnozzwangersandthoseterriblewickedwhangdoodles. AwhangdoodlewouldeattenOompa-Loompasforbreakfastandcomegallopingbackforasecondhelping. WhenIwentoutthere,IfoundthelittleOompa-Loompaslivingintreehouses. Theyhadtoliveintreehousestoescapefromthewhangdoodlesandthehornswogglersandthesnozzwangers. Andtheywerelivingongreencaterpillars,andthecaterpillarstastedrevolting,andtheOompa-Loompasspenteverymomentoftheirdaysclimbingthroughthetreetopslookingforotherthingstomashupwiththecaterpillarstomakethemtastebetter —redbeetles,forinstance,andeucalyptusleaves,andthebarkofthebong-bongtree, allofthembeastly,butnotquitesobeastlyasthecaterpillars. PoorlittleOompa-Loompas! Theonefoodthattheylongedformorethananyotherwasthecacaobean. Buttheycouldn’tgetit. AnOompa-Loompawasluckyifhefoundthreeorfourcacaobeansayear. Butoh,howtheycravedthem. Theyusedtodreamaboutcacaobeansallnightandtalkaboutthemallday. Youhadonlytomentiontheword"cacao"toanOompa-Loompaandhewouldstartdribblingatthemouth. Thecacaobean,’MrWonkacontinued,’whichgrowsonthecacaotree,happenstobethethingfromwhichallchocolateismade. Youcannotmakechocolatewithoutthecacaobean. Thecacaobeanischocolate.