Snow tumbled around the entrance to the factory, picking up in a deft wind and swirling as the doors creaked open. In front of the two families stood a man in a long purple coat, a top hat with a green trim, and curly blonde hair. “Welcome! To my amazing chocolate factory!” Willy Wonka cried, spreading his arms wide and twirling a cane in one hand. “Please do come in! I have such wonderful things to show our lucky winners!”
Inflation at Wonka's Factory
By: elliotalien08