"Now, Charlie," Willy Wonka said matter-of-factly as he led his young friend down yet another corridor. "Down here is where I keep my cows that give chocolate milk. Let me show you-"
"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie interrupted. Mr. Wonka looked at him.
"Yes, Charlie?"
"Do you think those other kids will ever come back?"
Mr. Wonka looked down at Charlie, his eyes twinkling. "Good question, Charlie. But I rather doubt it."
"Why?"
"Bad past experiences, Charlie. Much like the reason I avoid white toy poodles. Never go near those vile things- you'll understand when you're older. Now, as I was saying..."