Melted, hot, bubbly chocolate bouncing into the sides of our gummy bear boat, Passing all the doors, Following the sweet smell at the end of the long but thin tunnel. Music with hyped emotions drag you down the chocolatey stream, Songs echoing on the hard cold walls. We stumble upon a door, The gummy bear boat swerves around, Onto the wooden platform we step. Beneath the door is a note, I pull it out with my fiery hot fingers from the hot chocolate splashing on them. Above the letter it says ‘those who come in, may not come out. The smell through the doors pushes pressure onto my chest, Like the smell is so strong and is about to burst out. I pull open the heavy door, leading you in behind me, The sweet smell wafts into my face. I gaze around, The room is hardly visible, Steam everywhere, Fogging up my glasses. Above our heads is a fan, I switch it on, The steam slowly floats away, Making room for my bright eyes to see.
Steam pudding, Hot and boiling. Rolling hot smells whispering around the both of us. The taste of this magnificent food has never been in my mouth, I stumble over and shove my hands into it , Ouch, It burns but the smell is making me so hungry that I have to keep going. I bring the hot steamy delicious looking pudding upto my mouth and take a small bite. The sensation in my moist mouth is so unbelievable, How have I never tasted this! I slowly tilt my head up and tie back my long locks. Sweet food absolutely everywhere, I look as far as my Big eyes can see, miles and miles and miles of sweets, Where to start? Little footsteps chatter behind me, I turn around and see a row of oompa loompas in a perfectly straight line jumping into a bowl of lemonade, Lovely pointed toes and on point swimming. The lights dim and the show begins as they do their wonderful work in the bowl. Each arm that moves pushes a delightful smell into my face, warm, cozy, soft feelings fill the room.
The show comes to an end, We stumble upon a track of skittles, Pudding flavoured, You read the sign out loud where the track begins, Cheesecake village or the ice pole, We take the left path, beyond this path is going to be the best thing in the world, You can eat everything, Even the roofs of buildings, As we walk along our eyes drift to either side of the path, The views were just amazing, A chocolate explosion was physically exploding like a volcano would, On the other side was a big tree made out of mint leaves and hardened caramel. As we looked above ourselves, The sky was just magnificent, full of colour and popping out like a student would if they weren’t wearing school uniform. We come across cheesecake village with little peppermint people. The ground is so sticky like a trap, You just have to push your way through it. Streams of cream flow past leaving a bland smell on the tip of ours noses. The time is coming to an end in this room, Through the village we go and to the end of the path is another door that must lead us out back to the hot chocolate river, We open the large candy, colourful door and step onto the gummy bear boat and heading off to another adventure.
