The Other Children Go Home

           ’Wemustgodownandtakealookatourlittlefriendsbeforewedoanythingelse,’saidMrWonka.Hepressedadifferentbutton,andtheliftdroppedlower,andsoonitwashoveringjustabovetheentrancegatestothefactory. 

           Lookingdownnow,Charliecouldseethechildrenandtheirparentsstandinginalittlegroupjustinsidethegates. 

           ’Icanonlyseethree,’hesaid.’Who’smissing?’ 

           ’Iexpectit’sMikeTeavee,’MrWonkasaid.’Buthe’llbecomingalongsoon.Doyouseethetrucks?’MrWonkapointedtoalineofgiganticcoveredvansparkedinalinenearby. 

           ’Yes,’Charliesaid.’Whataretheyfor?’ 

           ’Don’tyourememberwhatitsaidontheGoldenTickets?Everychildgoeshomewithalifetime’ssupplyofsweets.There’sonetruckloadforeachofthem,loadedtothebrim.Ah-ha,’MrWonkawenton,’theregoesourfriendAugustusGloop!D’youseehim?He’sgettingintothefirsttruckwithhismotherandfather!’ 

           ’Youmeanhe’sreallyallright?’askedCharlie,astonished.’Evenaftergoingupthatawfulpipe?’ 

           ’He’sverymuchallright,’saidMrWonka. 

           ’He’schanged!’saidGrandpaJoe,peeringdownthroughtheglasswalloftheelevator.’Heusedtobefat!Nowhe’sthinasastraw!’ 

           ’Ofcoursehe’schanged,’saidMrWonka,laughing.’Hegotsqueezedinthepipe.Don’tyouremember?Andlook!