Square Sweets That Look Round

           Everybodystoppedandcrowdedtothedoor.Thetophalfofthedoorwasmadeofglass.GrandpaJoeliftedCharlieupsothathecouldgetabetterview,andlookingin,Charliesawalongtable,andonthetabletherewererowsandrowsofsmallwhitesquare-shapedsweets. Thesweetslookedverymuchlikesquaresugarlumps—exceptthateachofthemhadafunnylittlepinkfacepaintedononeside. Attheendofthetable,anumberofOompa-Loompaswerebusilypaintingmorefacesonmoresweets. 

           ’Thereyouare!’criedMrWonka.’Squaresweetsthatlookround!’ 

           ’Theydon’tlookroundtome,’saidMikeTeavee. 

           ’Theylooksquare,’saidVerucaSalt.’Theylookcompletelysquare.’ 

           ’Buttheyaresquare,’saidMrWonka.’Ineversaidtheyweren’t.’ 

           ’Yousaidtheywereround!’saidVerucaSalt. 

           ’Ineversaidanythingofthesort,’saidMrWonka.’Isaidtheylookedround.’ 

           ’Buttheydon’tlookround!’saidVerucaSalt.’Theylooksquare!’ 

           ’Theylookround,’insistedMrWonka. 

           ’Theymostcertainlydonotlookround!’criedVerucaSalt. 

           ’Veruca,darling,’saidMrsSalt,’paynoattentiontoMrWonka!He’slyingtoyou!’ 

           ’Mydearoldfish,’saidMrWonka,’goandboilyourhead!’