Mr Willy Wonka

           MrWonkawasstandingallalonejustinsidetheopengatesofthefactory. 

           Andwhatanextraordinarylittlemanhewas! 

           Hehadablacktophatonhishead. 

           Heworeatailcoatmadeofabeautifulplum-colouredvelvet. 

           Histrouserswerebottlegreen. 

           Hisgloveswerepearlygrey. 

           Andinonehandhecarriedafinegold-toppedwalkingcane. 

           Coveringhischin,therewasasmall,neat,pointedblackbeard—agoatee. Andhiseyes—hiseyesweremostmarvellouslybright. Theyseemedtobesparklingandtwinklingatyouallthetime.Thewholeface,infact,wasalightwithfunandlaughter. 

           Andoh,howcleverhelooked! Howquickandsharpandfulloflife!Hekeptmakingquickjerkylittlemovementswithhishead,cockingitthiswayandthat,andtakingeverythinginwiththosebrighttwinklingeyes. Hewaslikeasquirrelinthequicknessofhismovements,likeaquickcleveroldsquirrelfromthepark. 

           Suddenly,hedidafunnylittleskippingdanceinthesnow,andhespreadhisarmswide,andhesmiledatthefivechildrenwhowereclusterednearthegates,andhecalledout, ’Welcome,mylittlefriends! Welcometothefactory!’