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.
Little Charlie had lived in the shadow of that marvelous factory, inhaling those glorious, amazing odors for his whole life. He could not imagine a life without that colossal, magical building in it. He could no more imagine that than he could imagine life without his family – his mother and father, his Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine, his Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina. The factory, the factory's smells, his parents and grandparents had been constant and there for as long as he could remember - there since the first day of his first sweet breath when his adoring parents had brought him home.
However, his Grandpa Joe had told him that this was not always so. Grandpa Joe remembered, oh how much he...
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