Disclaimer- I, The AMAZING Chocolatier, do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, It respectfully belongs to Roald Dahl.
I paced back and forth around the office. "Bad idea…a very bad idea" I recited over and over. The T.V reporter was excitedly announcing that 5 lucky children could win a trip to my factory. I stopped and stared at the screen for a moment. 5 lucky children. What have I done? I shook my head and shut the T.V off. I need a nap. I felt dizzy with each step I took to my desk; I spotted my cane lying there. I reached for it and glanced out the window. Boy, was the snow coming down. Outside my beloved factory the snow covered everything in sight.
It was like…marshmallow ice cream… Hey that's doesn't sound too bad…Hmm.
A small brown dot caught my eyes. "What's that?" I said in disgust still pondering my idea for a new flavor. I squinted, the dot turned out to be a boy. Good golly Ms. Molly. This is a sick world, now they send children to spy and steal my secretes.
I sighed, It'll be all over soon. My factory will be ruined by some strange runt. While I probably rot in the Caribbean. Hey. Maybe then I can fulfill my second dream…become a pirate and sail about ransacking and plundering! How fun, I can change my name to Jack……Wait. Getting too ahead of myself. Now, I'll just concentrate on this, and the 5 little brats coming soon. I turned and walked out of my office. Boy, I hope none of the kids are fat.
Hmm pretty short too short. Still I hope you liked it. Please NO flames. I hate those next to mumblers. If there's anything that bothers you, I am sorry; I'll try and fix it the best I can. K?