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'N
o
,
Grandpa
.
You
must
do
it
yourself
.
'
'Ve
ry
well
,
then
.
Here
goes
.
'
He
tore
off
the
wrapper
.
They
both
stared
at
what
lay
underneath
.
It
was
a
bar
of
chocolate
--
nothing
more
.
All
at
once
,
they
both
saw
the
funny
side
of
the
whole
thing
,
and
they
burst
into
peals
of
laughter
.
'
What
on
earth
's
going
on
!
'
cried
Grandma
Josephine
,
waking
up
suddenly
.
'N
othing
,
'
said
Grandpa
Joe
.
'
You
go
on
back
to
sleep
.
'
During
the
next
two
weeks
,
the
weather
turned
very
cold
.
First
came
the
snow
.
It
began
very
suddenly
one
morning
just
as
Charlie
Bucket
was
getting
dressed
for
school
.
Standing
by
the
window
,
he
saw
the
huge
flakes
drifting
slowly
down
out
of
an
icy
sky
that
was
the
colour
of
steel
.
By
evening
,
it
lay
four
feet
deep
around
the
tiny
house
,
and
Mr
Bucket
had
to
dig
a
path
from
the
front
door
to
the
road
.
After
the
snow
,
there
came
a
freezing
gale
that
blew
for
days
and
days
without
stopping
.
And
oh
,
how
bitter
cold
it
was
!
Everything
that
Charlie
touched
seemed
to
be
made
of
ice
,
and
each
time
he
stepped
outside
the
door
,
the
wind
was
like
a
knife
on
his
cheek
.
Inside
the
house
,
little
jets
of
freezing
air
came
rushing
in
through
the
sides
of
the
windows
and
under
the
doors
,
and
there
was
no
place
to
go
to
escape
them
.
The
four
old
ones
lay
silent
and
huddled
in
their
bed
,
trying
to
keep
the
cold
out
of
their
bones
.
The
excitement
over
the
Golden
Tickets
had
long
since
been
forgotten
.
Nobody
in
the
family
gave
a
thought
now
to
anything
except
the
two
vital
problems
of
trying
to
keep
warm
and
trying
to
get
enough
to
eat
.
