ROALDDAHLCharlieandtheChocolateFactoryTherearefivechildreninthisbook:AUGUSTUSGLOOPAgreedyboyVERUCASALTAgirlwhoisspoiledbyherparentsVIOLETBEAUREGARDEAgirlwhochewsgumalldaylongMIKETEAVEEAboywhodoesnothingbutwatchtelevisionCHARLIEBUCKETThehero1HereComesCharlieThesetwoveryoldpeoplearethefatherandmotherofMrBucket.TheirnamesareGrandpaJoeandGrandmaJosephine.AndthesetwoveryoldpeoplearethefatherandmotherofMrsBucket.TheirnamesareGrandpaGeorgeandGrandmaGeorgina.ThisisMrBucket.ThisisMrsBucket.MrandMrsBuckethaveasmallboywhosenameisCharlie.ThisisCharlie.Howd'youdo?Andhowd'youdo?Andhowd'youdoagain?Heispleasedtomeetyou.Thewholeofthisfamily—thesixgrown-ups(countthem)andlittleCharlieBucket—livetogetherinasmallwoodenhouseontheedgeofagreattown.Thehousewasn'tnearlylargeenoughforsomanypeople,andlifewasextremelyuncomfortableforthemall.Therewereonlytworoomsintheplacealtogether,andtherewasonlyonebed.Thebedwasgiventothefouroldgrandparentsbecausetheyweresooldandtired.Theyweresotired,theynevergotoutofit.GrandpaJoeandGrandmaJosephineonthisside,GrandpaGeorgeandGrandmaGeorginaonthisside.MrandMrsBucketandlittleCharlieBucketsleptintheotherroom,uponmattressesonthefloor.Inthesummertime,thiswasn'ttoobad,butinthewinter,freezingcolddraughtsblewacrossthefloorallnightlong,anditwasawful.Therewasn'tanyquestionofthembeingabletobuyabetterhouse—orevenonemorebedtosleepin.Theywerefartoopoorforthat.MrBucketwastheonlypersoninthefamilywithajob.Heworkedinatoothpastefactory,wherehesatalldaylongatabenchandscrewedthelittlecapsontothetopsofthetubesoftoothpasteafterthetubeshadbeenfilled.Butatoothpastecap-screwerisneverpaidverymuchmoney,andpoorMrBucket,howeverhardheworked,andhoweverfasthescrewedonthecaps,wasneverabletomakeenoughtobuyonehalfofthethingsthatsolargeafamilyneeded.Therewasn'tevenenoughmoneytobuyproperfoodforthemall.Theonlymealstheycouldaffordwerebreadandmargarineforbreakfast,boiledpotatoesandcabbageforlunch,andcabbagesoupforsupper.Sundayswereabitbetter.TheyalllookedforwardtoSundaysbecausethen,althoughtheyhadexactlythesame,everyonewasallowedasecondhelping.TheBuckets,ofcourse,didn'tstarve,buteveryoneofthem—thetwooldgrandfathers,thetwooldgrandmothers,Charlie'sfather,Charlie'smother,andespeciallylittleCharliehimself—wentaboutfrommorningtillnightwithahorribleemptyfeelingintheirtummies.Charliefeltitworstofall.Andalthoughhisfatherandmotheroftenwentwithouttheirownshareoflunchorsuppersothattheycouldgiveittohim,itstillwasn'tnearlyenoughforagrowingboy.Hedesperatelywantedsomethingmorefillingandsatisfyingthancabbageandcabbagesoup.Theonethinghelongedformorethananythingelsewas...CHOCOLATE.Walkingtoschoolinthemornings,Charliecouldseegreatslabsofchocolatepileduphighintheshopwindows,andhewouldstopandstareandpresshisnoseagainsttheglass,hismouthwateringlikemad.Manytimesaday,hewouldseeotherchildrentakingbarsofcreamychocolateoutoftheirpocketsandmunchingthemgreedily,andthat,ofcourse,waspuretorture.Onlyonceayear,onhisbirthday,didCharlieBucketevergettotasteabitofchocolate.Thewholefamilysaveduptheirmoneyforthatspecialoccasion,andwhenthegreatdayarrived,Charliewasalwayspresentedwithonesmallchocolatebartoeatallbyhimself.Andeachtimehereceivedit,onthosemarvellousbirthdaymornings,hewouldplaceitcarefullyinasmallwoodenboxthatheowned,andtreasureitasthoughitwereabarofsolidgold;andforthenextfewdays,hewouldallowhimselfonlytolookatit,butnevertotouc...
