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Charlie’s Birthday
’Thethingtoremember,’GrandmaGeorginasaid,’isthatwhateverhappens,you’llstillhavethebarofchocolate.’
’Wonka’sWhipple-ScrumptiousFudgemallowDelight!’criedGrandpaGeorge.’It’sthebestofthemall!You’lljustloveit!’
’Yes,’Charliewhispered.’Iknow.’
’JustforgetallaboutthoseGoldenTicketsandenjoythechocolate,’GrandpaJoesaid.’Whydon’tyoudothat?’
Theyallknewitwasridiculoustoexpectthisonepoorlittlebarofchocolatetohaveamagicticketinsideit,andtheyweretryingasgentlyandaskindlyastheycouldtoprepareCharlieforthedisappointment. Buttherewasoneotherthingthatthegrown-upsalsoknew,anditwasthis:thathoweversmallthechancemightbeofstrikinglucky,thechancewasthere.
Thechancehadtobethere.
ThisparticularbarofchocolatehadasmuchchanceasanyotherofhavingaGoldenTicket.
AndthatwaswhyallthegrandparentsandparentsintheroomwereactuallyjustastenseandexcitedasCharliewas,althoughtheywerepretendingtobeverycalm.
’You’dbettergoaheadandopenitup,oryou’llbelateforschool,’GrandpaJoesaid.
’Youmightaswellgetitoverwith,’GrandpaGeorgesaid.
