When I woke up, the air was thick with the smell of chocolate. I had never smelled this chocolate before, it was different. I got up and went to the door. "Mr. Wonka?" I asked, but received no response. He did this to me often; not to scare me or freak me out, but to excite me and to spark my curiosity. It always worked that way too. "Mr. Wonka, what are you doing?" I had a big smile on my face now.
He came whipping out of the kitchen door as if dodging a bullet. "Oh, hello there. What may I do for you?" he leaned against the inside of the door, blocking the way.
I tried to reach for the door, but he held his hand out in front of me. "Ah ah ah, I don't think so."
"What are you doing in there?"
"Nothing, now go… go run and play or something." He began to laugh. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say. Oh, I've got it! There's something in my room waiting for you. Go and get it, and then…" he thought a second, "go do something else." With those as his last words, he whirled back into the kitchen and I heard a rather distinct Click of the door being locked behind him.
I went into his room and found a perfectly wrapped present, dressed in metallic silver and purple. On the small tag in rather squiggly writing it read, 'To Bridget, my favorite girl' he wasn't as good at writing as he was leaving rooms dramatically.
I didn't want to open it. It was too perfect. I touched the wrapping, and it melted under my touch. It was made of nothing but painted white chocolate, a rather thin layer at that. Even the bow on top was chocolate. How did he expect me to open it? I sat there and stared at it, wondering.
"Miss Wonka, he wants you to eat the outside first." Chocol stood there, trying not to laugh.
"But it looks so good. Did you do this?"
"Oh, no. he did it. He is a very good artist you know. He draws the best people."
"I see." I really didn't. Why had he told me that he couldn't? Why had he drawn that picture when he could draw better? There had to be a reason.
Back to the gift. It looked like it had taken a long time to paint, and I didn't want to spoil that. Maybe there was another way to get inside of it. In this factory, there was more than one way into everything.
"Oh, and by the way, in case I wasn't clear enough, he sent this note for you." He handed me a small scroll.
"Thank you. You may go now."
After the oompa had obediently left, I opened the scroll.
Bridget;
This gift was made just for you, by me. Do not let any guilt cross your mind; I want you to eat the outer part of this package. I know what you're thinking, 'It probably took him so long!' well, yes, it did, but I did it for you to eat it. Hope you like what's inside!
With Love; Willy Wonka
I tried my best to peel off the wrapping without letting it melt all over my fingers. I succeeded, and then ate it in the manner that you would eat a piece of thin paper. It was very good, actually.
Now it was on to the package itself. I opened the box and looked inside. A folded note rested on top of the tissue paper, and I took it out and read it.
My apologies for getting angry with you earlier. Please accept my token of apology, I am truly sorry.
That was so sweet! I pulled the paper back. "Oh my…" he had gone too far and he didn't have to.
