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and start shelling the wrappers off these chocolate bars instead！〃 And they did。 I had every worker in the place yanking the paper off those bars of chocolate full speed ahead from morning till night。
'But three days went by； and we had no luck。 Oh； it was terrible！ My little Veruca got more and more upset each day； and every time I went home she would scream at me； 〃Where's my Golden Ticket！ I want my Golden Ticket！〃 And she would lie for hours on the floor； kicking and yelling in the most disturbing way。 Well； I just hated to see my little girl feeling unhappy like that； so I vowed I would keep up the search until I'd got her what she wanted。 Then suddenly 。 。 。 on the evening of the fourth day； one of my women workers yelled； 〃I've got it！ A Golden Ticket！〃 And I said； 〃Give it to me； quick！〃 and she did； and I rushed it home and gave it to my darling Veruca； and now she's all smiles； and we have a happy home once again。'
'That's even worse than the fat boy；' said Grandma Josephine。
'She needs a really good spanking；' said Grandma Georgina。
'I don't think the girl's father played it quite fair； Grandpa； do you？' Charlie murmured。
'He spoils her；' Grandpa Joe said。 'And no good can ever e from spoiling a child like that； Charlie； you mark my words。'
'e to bed； my darling；' said Charlie's mother。 'Tomorrow's your birthday； don't forget that； so I expect you'll be up early to open your present。'
'A Wonka chocolate bar！' cried Charlie。 'It is a Wonka bar； isn't it？'
'Yes； my love；' his mother said。 'Of course it is。'
'Oh； wouldn't it be wonderful if I found the third Golden Ticket inside it？' Charlie said。
'Bring it in here when you get it；' Grandpa Joe said。 'Then we can all watch you taking off the wrapper。'
7
Charlie's Birthday
'Happy birthday！' cried the four old grandparents； as Charlie came into their room early the next morning。
Charlie smiled nervously and sat down on the edge of the bed。 He was holding his present； his only present； very carefully in his two hands。 WONKA'S WHIPPLE…SCRUMPTIOUS FUDGEMALLOW DELIGHT； it said on the wrapper。
The four old people； two at either end of the bed； propped themselves up on their pillows and stared with anxious eyes at the bar of chocolate in Charlie's hands。
Mr and Mrs Bucket came in and stood at the foot of the bed； watching Charlie。
The room became silent。 Everybody was waiting now for Charlie to start opening his present。 Charlie looked down at the bar of chocolate。 He ran his fingers slowly back and forth along the length of it； stroking it lovingly； and the shiny paper wrapper made little sharp crackly noises in the quiet room。
Then Mrs Bucket said gently； 'You mustn't be too disappointed； my darling； if you don't find what you're looking for underneath that wrapper。 You really can't expect to be as lucky as all that。'
'She's quite right；' Mr Bucket said。
Charlie didn't say anything。
'After all；' Grandma Josephine said； 'in the whole wide world there are only three tickets left to be found。'
'The thing to remember；' Grandma Georgina said； 'is that whatever happens； you'll still have the bar of chocolate。'
'Wonka's Whipple…Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight！' cried Grandpa George。 'It's the best of them all！ You'll just love it！'
'Yes；' Charlie whispered。 'I know。'
'Just forget all about those Golden Tickets and enjoy the chocolate；' Grandpa Joe said。 'Why don't you do that？'
They all knew it was ridiculous to expect this one poor little bar of chocolate to have a magic ticket inside it； and they were trying as gently and as kindly as they could to prepare Charlie for the disappointment。 But there was one other thing that the grown…ups also knew； and it was this： that however small the chance might be of striking lucky； the chance was there。
The chance had to be there。
This particular bar of chocolate had as much chance as any other of having a Golden Ticket。
And that was why all the grandparents and parents in the room were actually just as tense and excited as Charlie was； although they were pretending to be very calm。
'You'd better go ahead and open it up； or you'll be late for school；' Grandpa Joe said。
'You might as well get it over with；' Grandpa George said。
'Open it； my dear；' Grandma Georgina said。 'Please open it。 You're making me jumpy。'
Very slowly； Charlie's fingers began to tear open one small corner of the wrapping paper。
The old people in the bed all leaned forward； craning their scraggy necks。
Then suddenly； as though he couldn't bear the suspense any longer； Charlie tore the wrapper right down the middle 。 。 。 and on to his lap； there fell 。 。 。 a light…brown creamy…coloured bar of chocolate。
There was no sign of a Golden Ticket anywhere。
'Well — that's that！' said Grandpa Joe brightly。 'It's just what we expected。'
Charlie looked up。 Four kind old faces were watching him intently from the bed。 He smiled at them； a small sad smile； and then he shrugged his shoulders and picked up the chocolate bar and held it out to his mother； and said； 'Here； Mother； have a bit。 We'll share it。 I want everybody to taste it。'
'Certainly not！' his mother said。
And the others all cried； 'No； no！ We wouldn't dream of it！ It's all yours！'
'Please；' begged Charlie； turning round and offering it to Grandpa Joe。
But neither he nor anyone else would take even a tiny bit。
'It's time to go to school； my darling；' Mrs Bucket said； putting an arm around Charlie's skinny shoulders。 'e on； or you'll be late。'
8
Two More Golden Tickets Found
That evening； Mr Bucket's newspaper announced the finding of not only the third Golden Ticket； but the fourth as well。 TWO GOLDEN TICKETS FOUND TODAY； screamed the headlines。 ONLY ONE MORE LEFT。
'All right；' said Grandpa Joe； when the whole family was gathered in the old people's room after supper； 'let's hear who found them。'
'The third ticket；' read Mr Bucket； holding the newspaper up close to his face because his eyes were bad and he couldn't afford glasses； 'the third ticket was found by a Miss Violet Beauregarde。 There was great excitement in the Beauregarde household when our reporter arrived to interview the lucky young lady — cameras were clicking and flashbulbs were flashing and people were pushing and jostling and trying to get a bit closer to the famous girl。 And the famous girl was standing on a chair in the living room waving the Golden Ticket madly at arm's length as though she were flagging a taxi。 She was talking very fast and very loudly to everyone； but it was not easy to hear all that she said because she was chewing so ferociously upon a piece of gum at the same time。
'〃I'm a gum chewer； normally；〃 she shouted； 〃but when I heard about these ticket things of Mr Wonka's； I gave up gum and started on chocolate bars in the hope of striking lucky。 Now； of course； I'm back on gum。 I just adore gum。 I can't do without it。 I munch it all day long except for a few minutes at mealtimes when I take it out and stick it behind my ear for safekeeping。 To tell you the truth； I simply wouldn't feel fortable if I didn't have that little wedge of gum to chew on every moment of the day； I really wouldn't。 My mother says it's not ladylike and it looks ugly to see a girl's jaws going up and down like mine do all the time； but I don't agree。 And who's she to criticize； anyway； because if you ask me； I'd say that her jaws are going up and down almost as much as mine are just from yelling at me every minute of the day。〃
'〃Now； Violet；〃 Mrs Beauregarde said from a far corner of the room where she was standing on the piano to avoid being trampled by the mob。
'〃All right； Mother； keep your hair on！〃 Miss Beauregarde shouted。 〃And now；〃 she went on； turning to the reporters again； 〃it may interest you to know that this piece of gum I'm chewing right at this moment is one I've been working on for over three months solid。 That's a record； that is。 It's beaten the record held by my best friend； Miss Cornelia Prinzmetel。 And was she furious！ It's my most treasured possession now； this piece of gum is。 At night…time； I just stick it on the end of the bedpost； and it's as good as ever in the mornings — a bit hard at first； maybe； but it soon softens up again after I've given it a few good chews。 Before I started chewing for the world record； I used to change my piece of gum once a day。 I used to do it in our lift on the way home from school。 Why the lift？ Because I liked sticking the gooey piece that I'd just finished with on to one of the control buttons。 Then the next person who came along and pressed the button got my old gum on the end of his or her finger。 Ha…ha！ And what a racket they kicked up； some of them。 You get the best results with women who have expensive gloves on。 Oh yes； I'm thrilled to be going to Mr Wonka's factory。 And I understand that afterwards he's going to give me enough gum to last me for the rest of my whole life。 Whoopee！ Hooray！〃'
'Beastly girl；' said Grandma Josephine。
'Despicable！' said Grandma Georgina。 'She'll e to a sticky end one day； chewing all that gum； you see if she doesn't。'