The Golden Tickets

           ’Youmeanpeopleareactuallygoingtobeallowedtogoinsidethefactory? ’criedGrandpaJoe. ’Readuswhatitsays—quickly!’ 

           ’Allright,’saidMrBucket,smoothingoutthenewspaper.’Listen.’ 

           EveningBulletin 

           MrWillyWonka,theconfectionerygeniuswhomnobodyhasseenforthelasttenyears,sentoutthefollowingnoticetoday: I,WillyWonka,havedecidedtoallowfivechildren—justfive,mindyou,andnomore—tovisitmyfactorythisyear. Theseluckyfivewillbeshownaroundpersonallybyme,andtheywillbeallowedtoseeallthesecretsandthemagicofmyfactory. Then,attheendofthetour,asaspecialpresent,allofthemwillbegivenenoughchocolatesandsweetstolastthemfortherestoftheirlives! SowatchoutfortheGoldenTickets! FiveGoldenTicketshavebeenprintedongoldenpaper,andthesefiveGoldenTicketshavebeenhiddenunderneaththeordinarywrappingpaperoffiveordinarybarsofchocolate. Thesefivechocolatebarsmaybeanywhere—inanyshopinanystreetinanytowninanycountryintheworld—uponanycounterwhereWonka’sSweetsaresold. AndthefiveluckyfindersofthesefiveGoldenTicketsaretheonlyoneswhowillbeallowedtovisitmyfactoryandseewhatit’slikenowinside! Goodlucktoyouall,andhappyhunting! 

           (SignedWillyWonka.) 

           ’Theman’sdotty! ’mutteredGrandmaJosephine. 

           ’He’sbrilliant! ’criedGrandpaJoe. ’He’samagician! Justimaginewhatwillhappennow! ThewholeworldwillbesearchingforthoseGoldenTickets!EveryonewillbebuyingWonka’schocolatebarsinthehopeoffindingone! He’llsellmorethaneverbefore! Oh,howexcitingitwouldbetofindone!’