Mr Wonka and the Indian Prince

           ’PrincePondicherrywrotealettertoMrWillyWonka,’saidGrandpaJoe,’ andaskedhimtocomeallthewayouttoIndiaandbuildhimacolossalpalace entirelyoutofchocolate.’ 

           ’DidMrWonkadoit,Grandpa?’ 

           ’Hedid,indeed. Andwhatapalaceitwas! Ithadonehundredrooms,andeverythingwasmadeofeitherdarkorlightchocolate! Thebrickswerechocolate,andthecementholdingthemtogetherwaschocolate, andthewindowswerechocolate, andallthewallsandceilingsweremadeofchocolate, sowerethecarpetsandthepicturesandthefurnitureandthebeds; andwhenyouturnedonthetapsinthebathroom,hotchocolatecamepouringout. 

           ’Whenitwasallfinished,MrWonkasaidtoPrincePondicherry, "Iwarnyou,though,itwon’tlastverylong, soyou’dbetterstarteatingitrightaway." ’"Nonsense!"shoutedthePrince. "I’mnotgoingtoeatmypalace! I’mnotevengoingtonibblethestaircaseorlickthewalls! I’mgoingtoliveinit!" 

           ’ButMrWonkawasright,ofcourse, becausesoonafterthis,therecameaveryhotday withaboilingsun, andthewholepalacebegantomelt,andthenitsankslowlytotheground, andthecrazyprince,whowasdozinginthelivingroomatthetime, wokeuptofindhimselfswimmingaroundinahugebrownstickylakeofchocolate.’ 

           LittleCharliesatverystillontheedgeofthebed, staringathisgrandfather. Charlie’sfacewasbright,andhiseyeswerestretchedsowideyoucouldseethewhitesallaround. ’Isallthisreallytrue?’heasked. ’Orareyoupullingmyleg?’