One evening, a week after Cocoa first arrived, the phone rang. Charlie picked up. "Wonka factory," he said.

"May I speak with Mr. Wonka, please?" a man's voice asked.

"May I ask who's calling and what this is about?" Charlie asked back.

"My name is Joseph Pressman," the man said. "I've been told Mr. Wonka has my horse."

"Just a minute," Charlie said. He carefully laid the phone down and went to the Inventing Room where he knew he'd find Willy. "Mr. Wonka," Charlie said. "You have a phone call."

Willy looked up and quickly followed Charlie out of the Inventing Room. As they were walking down a hall, Willy said, "You know, Charlie, you don't have to call me 'Mr. Wonka' any more. Not now that you've lived here for a while."

"Then what should I call you?" Charlie asked.

"Willy," Willy said. "That is my name, after all."

"Okay…Willy," Charlie said with a smile. Then he chuckled, "Feels weird to be calling you Willy. But in a nice way."

After a few moments' silence, Willy asked, "Who's on the phone, anyway?"

"A guy named Joseph Pressman," Charlie said. "He says he's Cocoa's owner." Willy quickly turned back towards the Inventing Room. "Oh no, you don't!" Charlie said, grabbing him by the sleeve of his coat.

Willy turned back to Charlie. "Do I hafta talk to 'im?" he said in a whiny voice.

Charlie rolled his eyes, "Yes, Willy, you have to talk to him."

"Okay, okay," Willy said, releasing Charlie's hold on his coat. "I'll go willingly. You don't have to pull me along." The two friends laughed.

When they arrived, Charlie left Willy to go into the office alone. Willy sat down in the chair and cautiously picked up the phone. "Hello?" he said, "Willy Wonka speaking. You wished to speak to me, Mr. Pressman?"

"Yes," Joseph said. "I hear you've found my horse."

"Depends," Willy said. "I've found a horse. Please describe your lost horse, Mr. Pressman.

Joseph chuckled softly. "You're a clever one, Mr. Wonka. Okay. My missing horse is a liver chestnut gelding with a blaze and four white socks and blue eyes. He is thin and very leggy."

Darn, Willy thought, slumping forward onto the desk. That's Cocoa to the nail, all right. "The horse I found fits that description, Mr. Pressman," he said. "I suppose you want to come and get him soon."

Well…" Joseph said. "He disappeared a few weeks ago, and a lot has changed since then. I…well…I've had some financial trouble and had to sell all my other horses and my land. I now live in a rented apartment in the city and don't have anywhere to put a horse."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Willy said.

"I was actually wondering if…if…you might…keep him?" Joseph's voice was hesitant.

Willy sat bolt upright. Keep Cocoa, he thought, for good. "Me?" he squeaked.

"Why not?" Joseph said, a slight chuckle in his voice. "Do you want him?"

"Yes," he whispered, "Oh yes. I've become very fond of him."

Willy could hear the smile in Joseph's voice. "All right, then! Unfortunately I can't just give him to you, though I'd like to. The place he's registered at has a transfer of ownership fee and I don't have enough to quite cover it."

"I can cover it easily," Willy said. "But what about you? Is there something you want I can give you the money for? It doesn't seem quite fair just to give you the amount for the fee and leave you with nothing."

"Well, there is a…house for sale," Joseph admitted. "My wife and I went to look at it and fell in love with it. We have enough for a down payment and we were going to get a loan to cover the rest…"

"You don't need to," Willy said. "I'll cover the rest. How much?" Joseph gave him a figure and Willy instantly agreed.

After the phone call was over, Willy slammed down the receiver and shot out of the office crying, "Charlie!"

Charlie was standing nearby. He figured Willy would need some comfort after the call was over. He knew how close Willy had gotten to Cocoa in this past week, so he'd hung around. He hadn't expected Willy to come bursting out of the room like a whirlwind, though. "What is it, Willy?" he asked.

"Cocoa's owner can't keep him!" Willy was practically bouncing with excitement. "He's going to be mine! All mine! From the tip of his nose to the end of his tail! Mine!" Then he caught Charlie's hands in his own and they whirled around and around until they both got so dizzy they fell to the floor.

"This is so great, Willy!" Charlie exclaimed. "I know how attached you are to him."

"Yeah!" Willy cried, then he jumped up. "I gotta go tell him!" Off Willy ran.