The Whipple Scrumptious Caramel Delight

Charlie looked up. Four kind old faces were watching him intently from the bed. He smiled at them, a small sad smile, and then he shrugged his shoulders and picked up the chocolate bar and held it out to his mother, and said, "Here, Mother, have a bit. We'll share it. I want everybody to taste it."
"Certainly not!" his mother said.
And the others all cried, "No, no! We wouldn't dream of it! It's all yours!"
"Please," begged Charlie, turning round and offering it to Grandpa Joe.
But neither he nor anyone else would take even a tiny bit.

How about you?