‘Of course he should have burped,’ said Mr Wonka. ‘I stood there
shouting, “Burp, you silly ass, burp, or you’ll never come down again!”
But he didn’t or couldn’t or wouldn’t, I don’t know which. Maybe he was
too polite. He must be on the moon by now.’
On the next door, it said, SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOK ROUND.
‘Wait!’ cried Mr Wonka, skidding suddenly to a halt. ‘I am very proud
of my square sweets that look round. Let’s take a peek.’