The child of a Chocolatier (Willy Wonka Story)

Chapter Seven: The golden geese

We walked past the lickable wallpaper room and (Y/N) stopped everyone to show them.

"Wait! Look at this! Lickable wallpaper. It's in my room. Lick an orange, it tastes like an orange. Lick a pineapple, it tastes like a pineapple," (Y/N) said excitedly.

"Go ahead, try it," I told everyone.

Everyone had a try of the wallpaper and they were all impressed. I told them to try more including one that I hadn't added to (Y/N)'s bedroom walls; the snozzbberries. The one on her walls is the early version of the wallpaper so I hadn't added the Snozzberries at the time. They're a new addition. After that, we continued on the Fizzy Lifting drinks room.

"Something very unusual in here. Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Yet," I said as (Y/N) tried to pop the bubbles floating around the room.

"What's it making, Mr Wonka?" Charlie asked.

"Fizzy Lifting drinks. They fill you up with gas, and the gas is so terrifically lifting that it lifts you right off the ground like a balloon."

"Oh, isn't it high! Gosh!" Veruca said referring to the very high ceiling with a fan at the very top.

"But I daren't sell it yet. It's still too powerful," all the kids, except (Y/N),  begged to try some, "no, no, no. Absolutely not. There'd be children floating around all over the place. Come along now; don't hang about. You're going to be wild about this next room."

We walked down the hall to the Golden Goose room when Mr Salt asked me something.

"Eh, Wonka?" I hummed in response, "you and your wife must be proud of you little girl."

I stopped in my tracks. I hadn't been reminded of Kate for a long time now. After talking to her, I tried to focus more on (Y/N) which worked and I got over Kate's death but now, I've been reminded again.

"Yes, we are proud," I said breaking the silence before kneeling down to (Y/N), "would you run ahead, dear?"

"Okay," she ran to the Golden Goose room.

I turned to the parents, "my wife died almost four years ago when (Y/N) was a baby. (Y/N) doesn't know. I've just told her that her mum left and she won't be coming back. Anyway, let's move on."

I had to stop talking about Kate before I broke down crying. I still miss her but I must move on and take care of my daughter. We arrived in the golden goose room to see the quadruple size geese and the Oompa Loompa's shining up the octuple sized eggs that came from the geese. One Oompa Loompa had (Y/N) on their lap and let her help shine the egg. That made my day and also made me smile. Though I think everyone was more amazed by the geese.

"I know what you're thinking: they can't be doing what they're doing. But they are. They have to. I haven't met the Oompa Loompa yet who couldn't do it. These are the geese that lay the golden eggs. As you can see, they're larger than ordinary geese. As a matter of fact, they're quadruple size geese which produce octuple size eggs. They're laying overtime right now for Easter."

"But Easter's over!" Mike said.

I shushed him and covered his mouth, "they don't know that. I'm trying to get ahead for next year."

"What happens if they drop one of those eggs, Wonka?" Mr Salt asked.

"An omelette fit for a king, sir," I replied.

"Are they chocolate eggs?" Veruca asked.

"Golden chocolate eggs," I corrected, "that's a great delicacy," they tried to move closer but I stopped them, "but I wouldn't get too close. The geese are very temperamental. That's why we have the Eggdicator."

"Eggdi-what?" Mrs Teevee asked.

"The Eggdicator. The Eggdicator can tell the difference between a good egg and a bad egg. If it's a good egg, it's shined up and shipped out all over the world. But if it's a bad egg..." I put my thumb down, "down the chute."

One of the geese laid a bad egg and the Eggdicator let it fall down the chute.

"It's an educated Eggdicator," Grandpa Joe said.

"It's a lot of nonsense," Mr Salt said.

'A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men,' I sang to him.

Something I learned while playing with (Y/N). She'd always use her imagination to make up games to play and I thought it was nonsense too but now I find it very enjoyable. She takes after her father. Veruca then told her father that she wanted one of the geese. I told Mr Salt that they weren't for sale when he asked how much they were. Veruca was annoyed that I said no and went on to say what she wanted and she wanted it now. I ignored her on the most part because if what raising a daughter has taught me is don't always submit to your child's desires.

I've taught (Y/N) I want doesn't get and she understands that. And apparently, she understands that well when she asked for a Gobstopper and I said no. She knows that no means no but Veruca clearly doesn't. Her mum and dad have only said yes to her that she doesn't know what no means. I'm disappointed in Mr Salt for submitting to his daughter's desires like that. I won't say anything though. It's not my place. Veruca then started trashing the room having a temper tantrum. I was disappointed in her and now more disappointed in Mr Salt for not stopping her.

The Oompa Loompa's are going to have a serious clean up after this. I feel bad for them honestly. The Oompa Loompa's tried to stop her and I noticed (Y/N) cuddling her blanket out of fear but the Oompa Loompa with her didn't leave her side. That I was thankful for. (Y/N) was easily scared. Veruca soon stood on the Eggdicator and fell down the chute because it said she was a bad egg.

"She was a bad egg," I said before going over to (Y/N) but I was stopped by Mr Salt.

"Um... where's she gone?" He asked.

"Where all the other bad eggs go: down the garbage chute," I told him trying to go back to (Y/N).

Mr Salt stopped me again, laughing, "the garbage chute. Where does it lead to?"

"To the furnace."

"The furnace," he said laughing heartily, "she'll be sizzled like a sausage," he fiddled a little with my bowtie.

"Well, not necessarily," I said adjusting his tie a little, "she could be stuck just inside the tube."

After slightly joking about it, he went into the chute after her. Charlie asked if they really would be burned in the furnace but I told him that I think that one is lit every other day so they have a good sporting chance. The Oompa Loompa's then sang another song so I took this opportunity to talk to (Y/N).

I sat on the table and took (Y/N) from the Oompa Loompa and put her on my lap, "you alright?"

"I'm scared," she told me.

"Oh, don't be. Veruca is gone now so there's nothing to be scared of now," I said smiling to hopefully make her feel better.

She gave a little smile and the Oompa Loompa's finished their song. I continued on with the tour but Mrs Teevee said that the pace was killing her so I told her that transportation has just been arranged.

(A/N: I'M WORKING OUT A SCHEDULE! I'M GONNA HOPEFULLY BE UPDATING MORE! See you next chapter)