Chapter 3 3 Mr Wonka and the Indian Prince

3 Mr Wonka and the Indian Prince "Prince Pondicherry wrote a letter to Mr Willy Wonka," Grandpa Joe recounted. "Ask him to go to India anyway and help him build a magnificent palace out of chocolate." "Did Mr Wonka make it for him, Grandpa?" "Yes, he helped him build it. Oh, what a palace it is! There are a hundred rooms in the palace, and everything in the palace is made of dark or light chocolate! The bricks are chocolate , the brick-laying slime is also made of chocolate, the windows are made of chocolate, all the walls and ceilings are made of chocolate, of course, the carpets, hanging pictures, furniture and beds are also made of chocolate, and when you turn on the faucet in the bathroom , What gushes out is also hot chocolate.

"When it was all done, Mr Wonka said to Prince Pondicherry: 'However, I have to warn you that this won't last long, so it's best you start eating them bit by bit now. "'Nonsense!' cried the Prince. 'I'm not going to eat my palace! Not even to nibble a bit of the stairs or lick the walls! I'm going to live in the palace!' "Needless to say, what Mr. Wonka said was right, because not long after, one day, the sun was scorching and the weather was very hot, the whole palace began to melt a little bit, and slowly collapsed, but at this time the whimsical prince Dozed off in the living room when he woke up to find himself floating in a sticky brown lake of chocolate."

Little Charlie sat motionless on the edge of the bed, staring at his grandfather with wide-eyed eyes and a radiant look on his face.He asked: "Aren't you lying to me, is all this true?" "It's all true!" The four old men replied loudly, "It's absolutely true! You can ask anyone!" "I'll tell you one more thing, and that's true, too," said Grandpa Joe, leaning forward closer to Charlie, his voice lowered to a soft, mysterious whisper , "Never... no one... came out of there...!" "From where?" Charlie asked. "No one... has been there... ever!"

"Where have you been?" Charlie exclaimed. "Of course it's Wonka's factory!" "Grandpa, what do you mean?" "I mean the workmen, Charlie." "Worker?" Grandpa Joe said: "All factories have workers going in in the morning and coming out in the evening - but not Wonka's! Have you ever seen a man go in - or come out?" Little Charlie's eyes flicked slowly one by one across the faces of the four old men, who looked back at him.There are friendly smiles on the faces of the old people.At the same time, he was very serious, without any look of joking or fooling people.

"Well, have you seen it?" Grandpa Joe asked. "I... I really don't know, Grandpa," Charlie replied dully. "When I walk by that factory, the doors always seem to be closed." "Exactly!" said Grandpa Joe. "But someone must be working there..." "No one, Charlie. No one in general anyway." "Then who is it?" Charlie asked aloud. "Ah-ha... You have to understand, the secret is here... That's another clever thing shown by Mr. Willy Wonka." Mrs. Bucket was standing by the door when she called out, "Charlie, my dear, it's time to go to bed. Come here tonight."

"But Mom, I must listen to..." "Tomorrow, baby..." "All right," said Grandpa Joe. "I'll tell you the rest tomorrow night."