Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
Mr Willy Wonka’s Factory
Hecanmakechewing-gum thatneverlosesitstaste, andsugarballoonsthatyoucanblowuptoenormoussizes beforeyoupopthemwithapinandgobblethemup. And,byamostsecretmethod, hecanmakelovelybluebirds’eggswithblackspotsonthem, andwhenyouputoneoftheseinyourmouth, itgraduallygetssmallerandsmaller untilsuddenlythereisnothingleftexceptatinylittlepinksugarybabybirdsittingonthetipofyourtongue.’
GrandpaJoepausedandranthepointofhistongueslowlyoverhislips. ’Itmakesmymouthwaterjustthinkingaboutit,’ hesaid.
Mine,too,’saidlittleCharlie. ’Butpleasegoon.’
Whiletheyweretalking,MrandMrsBucket,Charlie’smotherandfather,hadcomequietlyintotheroom, andnowbothwerestandingjustinsidethedoor,listening.
’TellCharlieaboutthatcrazyIndianprince,’ saidGrandmaJosephine. ’He’dliketohearthat.’
’YoumeanPrincePondicherry?’ saidGrandpaJoe, andhebeganchucklingwithlaughter.
’Completelydotty!’ saidGrandpaGeorge.
’Butveryrich,’ saidGrandmaGeorgina.
’Whatdidhedo?’ askedCharlieeagerly.
’Listen,’ saidGrandpaJoe, ’andI’lltellyou.’
