One night before going to sleep Charlie thought...where do babies come from? He thought about it, but couldn't come up with a resonable conclusion. Then he thought; maybe Mr. Wonka knows... So he he decided that the next day, after he had eaten breakfast, he would go to Mr. Wonka's quarter's and ask... He then, turned out his lamp, and went to sleep.
The next day, Charlie hurridly ate breakfast and rushed to Mr. Wonka's quarters. He tapped on a large rosewood door. "Hold on! I'll be there in a minute!" called a man's voice from the other side of the door.
A few moments later, a tall, skinny man in red striped pajamas and a purple robe opened the door. "Yes, Charlie?" asked the man as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Mr. Wonka, I have a question." said Charlie. "Shoot." said Mr. Wonka. "Uhmm...where do babies come from?" said Charlie glancing away.
Willy fidgeted a little and nervously lowered himself to the boys level. "Isn't this a question you should be asking your father?" said Mr. Wonka nervously. "But, why can't you answer it?" said Charlie with a defeated look on his face.
"W-well, Charlie...uhmm...When a mommy and daddy love each other very much---oh, I can't do this..." said Mr. Wonka.
Mr. Wonka called for an Oompa-Loompa. The Oompa-Loompa whispered into Charlie's ear. "Oh my, that's where they---ewwwwwww!" screamed Charlie. Charlie ran home as fast as his legs could take him.
"So, Og...whatever did you tell the boy?" asked Willy. Og just smiled and shook his head.
Done...so R&R.