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There
is
something
about
very
cold
weather
that
gives
one
an
enormous
appetite
.
Most
of
us
find
ourselves
beginning
to
crave
rich
steaming
stews
and
hot
apple
pies
and
all
kinds
of
delicious
warming
dishes
;
and
because
we
are
all
a
great
deal
luckier
than
we
realize
,
we
usually
get
what
we
want
--
or
near
enough
.
But
Charlie
Bucket
never
got
what
he
wanted
because
the
family
could
n't
afford
it
,
and
as
the
cold
weather
went
on
and
on
,
he
became
ravenously
and
desperately
hungry
.
Both
bars
of
chocolate
,
the
birthday
one
and
the
one
Grandpa
Joe
had
bought
,
had
long
since
been
nibbled
away
,
and
all
he
got
now
were
those
thin
,
cabbagy
meals
three
times
a
day
.
Then
all
at
once
,
the
meals
became
even
thinner
.
The
reason
for
this
was
that
the
toothpaste
factory
,
the
place
where
Mr
Bucket
worked
,
suddenly
went
bust
and
had
to
close
down
.
Quickly
,
Mr
Bucket
tried
to
get
another
job
.
But
he
had
no
luck
.
In
the
end
,
the
only
way
in
which
he
managed
to
earn
a
few
pennies
was
by
shovelling
snow
in
the
streets
.
But
it
was
n't
enough
to
buy
even
a
quarter
of
the
food
that
seven
people
needed
.
The
situation
became
desperate
.
Breakfast
was
a
single
slice
of
bread
for
each
person
now
,
and
lunch
was
maybe
half
a
boiled
potato
.
Slowly
but
surely
,
everybody
in
the
house
began
to
starve
.
And
every
day
,
little
Charlie
Bucket
,
trudging
through
the
snow
on
his
way
to
school
,
would
have
to
pass
Mr
Willy
Wonka
's
giant
chocolate
factory
.
And
every
day
,
as
he
came
near
to
it
,
he
would
lift
his
small
pointed
nose
high
in
the
air
and
sniff
the
wonderful
sweet
smell
of
melting
chocolate
.
Sometimes
,
he
would
stand
motionless
outside
the
gates
for
several
minutes
on
end
,
taking
deep
swallowing
breaths
as
though
he
were
trying
to
eat
the
smell
itself
.
'
That
child
,
'
said
Grandpa
Joe
,
poking
his
head
up
from
under
the
blanket
one
icy
morning
,
'
that
child
has
got
to
have
more
food
.
It
does
n't
matter
about
us
.
We
're
too
old
to
bother
with
.
But
a
growing
boy
!
He
ca
n't
go
on
like
this
!
He
's
beginning
to
look
like
a
skeleton
!
'
'
What
can
one
do
?
'
murmured
Grandma
Josephine
miserably
.
'
He
refuses
to
take
any
of
ours
.
I
hear
his
mother
tried
to
slip
her
own
piece
of
bread
on
to
his
plate
at
breakfast
this
morning
,
but
he
would
n't
touch
it
.
He
made
her
take
it
back
.
'
'
He
's
a
fine
little
fellow
,
'
said
Grandpa
George
.
'
He
deserves
better
than
this
.
'
