Monologue Of Charlie Bucket

Charlie Bucket was an ordinary boy, neither stronger, nor faster, nor cleverer than any other child his age. His hair was an ordinary brown, neither too dark nor too light, neither too short nor too long. His eyes were green or they were brown or they were gray or they were blue, for they seemed to be rather undecided about color and changed with Charlie's emotions. He was not too tall (except for his pants) or too short or too heavy, but was perhaps too skinny He was from a poor, but loving family which lived in a tiny ramshackle house in a modest little city that was neither too big nor too small. The little city's claim to fame was the presence of the largest chocolate factory in the world – the Wonka Candy Company. Charlie loved that factory dearly. He loved the lines of its tall, tall smokestacks. He even loved the curves of its protective gates which kept the entire world out, including him. Most of all, he loved the wonderful scents that drifted down from its towering heights. They were the most scrumptious, sweet and soothing scents he had ever smelled. He loved it so dearly that he had made a model of the factory out of broken and warped toothpaste caps which his father brought home from his job as a cap-screwer at a small toothpaste factory.
Mysteriously functioning, with no people going in or out, except for the Wonka delivery trucks (and Charlie knew, because he had looked extra, extra hard, that no one knew who was driving those trucks because the drivers could not be seen). Willy Wonka was a great and wondrous and tremendous mystery for Charlie Bucket, more of a myth than a real man. For, you see, Willy Wonka had not set foot, or shown face or hair, outside of his factory since before Charlie's birth. The only proof he had of that great man's existence was his delicious candy (which Charlie could smell all year long but only taste once a year on his birthday) and his grandfather's