Only once a year,on his birthday,did Charlie Bucket ever get to taste a bit of chocolate.The Whole family for that special occasion,and when he great day arrived.Charlie was always presented with one small chocolate bar to eat all by himself.And each time he received it,on those marvellous birthday mornings,he would place it carefully in a small wooden box that he owned,and treasure it as though it were a bar of solid gold;and for the next few day,he would peel back a tiny bit of the paper wrapping at one corner to expose a tiny bit of chocolate,and then he would take a tiny nibble-just enough to allow the lovely sweet taste to spread out slowly over his tongue