Charlie’s Chocolate Factory

           Thegreatglassliftwasnowhoveringhighoverthetown.InsidetheliftstoodMrWonka,GrandpaJoe,andlittleCharlie. 

           ’HowIlovemychocolatefactory,’saidMrWonka,gazingdown. Thenhepaused,andheturnedaroundandlookedatCharliewithamostseriousexpressiononhisface. ’Doyouloveittoo,Charlie?’heasked. 

           ’Oh,yes,’criedCharlie,’Ithinkit’sthemostwonderfulplaceinthewholeworld!’ 

           ’Iamverypleasedtohearyousaythat,’saidMrWonka,lookingmoreseriousthanever. HewentonstaringatCharlie.’Yes,’hesaid,’Iamverypleasedindeedtohearyousaythat. AndnowIshalltellyouwhy.’MrWonkacockedhisheadtoonesideandallatoncethetinytwinklingwrinklesofasmileappearedaroundthecornersofhiseyes,andhesaid, ’Yousee,mydearboy,Ihavedecidedtomakeyouapresentofthewholeplace.Assoonasyouareoldenoughtorunit,theentirefactorywillbecomeyours.’ 

           CharliestaredatMrWonka.GrandpaJoeopenedhismouthtospeak,butnowordscameout. 

           ’It’squitetrue,’MrWonkasaid,smilingbroadlynow.’Ireallyamgivingittoyou.That’sallright,isn’tit?’ 

           ’Givingittohim?’gaspedGrandpaJoe.’Youmustbejoking.’ 

           ’I’mnotjoking,sir.I’mdeadlyserious.’