I began to run after him in attempt to keep him from doing anything he may regret. He went through the back door to the kitchen, and I followed. It was a large room, filled with pots and pans, and some other randomly placed dishes. There seemed to be nobody around, except me. There was a small door labeled 'Storage' which was opened just slightly to let out the harsh-sounding voice of Wonka. "What has happened to your cooking?! You used to be able to create such chocolate as to bring any normal person to their knees! I am very disappointed in you, Chocol. I'm afraid I will have to ask you to..."

"No, sir! You can't!"

"Excuse me, young lady, but I am having a private conversation with my chef. Now as I was saying..."

I had to speak up, and I had to do it fast. "Mr. Wonka, I lied! I admit it! Whatever it was that that poor little man made was the best thing I have ever had in my entire life, and he doesn't deserve such punishment!" Wow, I had never talked so quickly or enthusiastically as that, and I scared myself just a bit.

"Oh, I see. Then, why in the world would you respond with..."

"Sir, you have no idea how sorry I am for saying that. It was a lie, and I admit that. I just didn't want you to say, 'I told you so.' Or anything like that."

"Well I did tell you so, didn't I?" He asked in a rather questionable way.

He apologized to Chocol and motioned for me to leave. Once returned to the place we had started, I sat down and began to eat the foreign chocolate treat again.

Mr. Wonka's voice seemed rather irritated, "I knew you would do that."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry sir. I didn't mean to start eating like a starved coyote, but I haven't had anything like this before, and well. it's just so good."

"Yes, I suppose you could say that." He said, throwing me a sudden smile of pride. "After all, it is my recipe."

Something in the way he said that made me nervous. Even though it was his recipe, I seemed rather uncomfortable with it. I suddenly remembered what a group of kids were talking about on the street one day.

"Hey, you know that wonka guy?"

"Yeah. He's crazy you know. Wouldn't eat anything he offered me even if it was said to include an ingredient to keep you alive forever."

"I actually ate some of his chocolate once!"

"Seriously? What happened to you?"

"Well, I can't really explain it. Sort of a mysterious feeling came over me. I felt so. flowery."

"Flowery?!"

"Yes. Since then, I have never eaten it."

"I knew this kid once. ate 10 bars of the stuff one day. After that, he left town. Just up and left, never heard from him since."

Recalling this event seemed to make me even more nervous, since I didn't want to leave the town. I liked it there. I stood up and stared at Wonka, waiting for him to say something to me.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm finished now, may I leave?"

"Leave?! Whatever gave you the impression I would let you leave so soon? Now, come along. Much to see you know."