A boy is presented with a new aspect of chocolate when he meets a rare species: a child who may at some point have been permitted to eat as much of it as they wanted.  He is duly impressed.

“It’s got every sort of chocolate you can think of,” I went on: “soft chocolate, with sticky stuff inside, white and pink, what girls like; and hard shiny chocolate, that cracks when you bite it and takes such a nice long time to suck!”


“I like the soft stuff best,” she said: “’cos you can eat such a lot more of it!”


This was to me a new aspect of the chocolate question, and I regarded her with interest and some respect.  With us, chocolate was none too common a thing, and, whenever we happened to come by any, we resorted to the quaintest devices in order to make it last out.  Still, legends had reached us of children who actually had, from time to time, as much chocolate as they could possibly eat; and here, apparently, was one of them.

I lean towards the shiny sort, which cracks when you bite it, and never did like white and pink fillings.

Source: Kenneth Grahame, Dream Days, illus. by Maxfield Parrish (Edin.: Paul Harris Publishing, 1983), p. 53-54

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