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It all began when George’s frail grandma got to the age where she needed to be looked after. Because of this, they needed a bigger house and more money, so they bought a farm. Mum and dad had to keep grandma in two big rooms. These were the biggest rooms in the house. One of the rooms had: a double bed, a chair and a television. The other room had: a bath, a toilet, a silver sink and a mini shower. Mum and dad had two rooms too. They shared a double bed, a giant shower, a sink, a toilet, two chairs and a table. George had one room and in the little corner was a marble toilet, a white sink and a stingy dull-coloured bath. This was diagonal to the window and a plain curtain went round the corner, so you had to move the curtain to get in. In the rest of the space was a tiny mattress for George’s bed and a wooden chair. His school was next to the farm and his friends always came round once a week. However, there were six days left until his next playdate with his friends.
His mum was out for at least 2 hours everyday and his dad was out all day. Only his grandma was at home with him. During these hours, grandma always played with him, however, he had to do everything in her bedroom. He enjoyed playing board games with her. When she was feeling in the right mood, they would make a cake. Nowadays, she is always in the right mood, so they eat a lot of cake every day.
(A week later) It was a fine, clear day. The sunlight shone through the silver curtain and George had just woken up and was going downstairs for breakfast.
“Where is grandma?” George questioned his mum.
“She’s poorly after eating so much cake every day,” his mum told him, “and she went to the hospital last night.”
“When will she come back?” George demanded. His mum just shrugged. Suddenly, the red telephone screamed. George’s mum answered.
“Hello…ok…I see…sure…thanks for letting me know…bye!” A second later, the telephone was put down. ‘Ding’.
“What was that phone call about?” asked George.
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Mum took a deep breath and explained that the doctors at Saint Thomas Hospital had let granny vomit into a bucket and had discovered that the medicine George gave to her hadn’t completely given her a lesson so part of her was still controlled by her devil. Now, this was a very serious situation as George forgot which queer ingredient he had comprised in the medicine offered to his old, unusual and ugly granny.
On a cold miserable day, as usual, George was restricted at home with his awful granny. On the sofa made of red velvet lied a lazy, old hag with horrid brown teeth, horny fingers, puny legs, bright wicked little eyes. George shivered about the thought of having to even going near that terrible woman, but unfortunately, he had to. “Go and fetch me a snack you, lazy little brute!” the grouch ordered. The scared boy could do nothing but obey the command and shuffled to the marmorean kitchen and grabbed a box full of strange objects. One of them was a raw egg which the poor boy had stolen from one of the hens when it wasn’t looking, and cracked the shell onto the plastic bowl which was especially designed for butterfingers like granny. (don’t tell the lady that George thought she was a butter finger!) Then, he stirred it as quick as a cheetah.
“Where’s my food, you idiot!” groaned granny.
“Nearly done!” replied George. Suddenly, the kitchen door burst open and George stood there with the plastic bowl and callow egg inside. George had put a spoon in the container and handed it to the old grouch. Without saying a word, granny gobbled down the yellow liquid, with a rude expression. Once she finished the mixture, granny just threw the stuffs onto the carpet which just got vacuumed and now, there was a stain on the amber mat. “Clean it up!” teased granny and George had to follow her instructions. After, she actually began to hurl any articles that was in reach which really hurt (don’t ask me how, since grannies are old and I’ve never known old people that can throw things). “How could you do this to me?” George whimpered quietly.
In a flash, granny straightened up her back as if a brain wave had struck her and all her nasty features vanished into thin air. “Oh… Where am I?” whispered granny. Slowly, George stumbled closer to the ruby-red sofa. “Grandma, it’s me, I’m George, remember?” asked George.
“George? Are you okay? How did you … get those painful-looking bruises?” questioned granny.
“It’s a long story,” George answered. Granny said nothing but she nodded her head slightly. Finally, Granny was back to normal and was that granny I knew. We never knew what got into her, and if the devil would come back……
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George remembered what special ingredient he had put in the mixture, but at that time his parents were away. Granny was having a nap on the sofa. Suddenly, she sat up. George muttered, “oh, no” under his breath – Granny’s devil had come back with the evil expressions. The sky darkened and it started to rain as Granny said “Now, get me a proper snack and not a raw egg that tastes like concrete,” said Granny. George hastily walked over to the kitchen. His parents had left a slice of cake, but George decided to give her an apple. When Granny ate it, the features polluting her face disappeared. When his mum and dad came home, he told them about Granny’s mean moments and how the apple had cured her.
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“It seems like granny must have this problem on eating raw and unhealthy food,” mum said when George had got into bed.
“It is rather curious.” Dad whispered back with a yawn, “I am going to bed now.”
(The next morning)
George woke up and went to have a bath. He was thinking about what happened last night. I wonder if grandma would turn really evil one day, he thought, I hope not. A second later dad’s voice bellowed up the steps. “George breakfast is ready!” Quickly, he got out of the miniature bath and went downstairs to have breakfast. Grandma came rolling in a wheelchair to join him. “How are you?” George asked, while he was chewing on a piece of fruit cake.
“I feel really energetic,” grandma laughed happily, “Now what is for breakfast?”
“Coconut bread, fruit cake with milk,” exclaimed George.
“Really?” grandma questioned, she looked very surprised. George nodded silently. “Ok then.” Grandma took a slice of coconut bread and was just about to eat it when mum hastily declared…
“Grandma do not eat that. Remember what the doctor said.”
“Oh yeah,” grandma whispered in reply.
“Who let you eat it,” demanded mum, grandma gradually pointed to George who sat in the corner quietly, “So George let you eat it. Would you jump out of an aeroplane if he told you to? No? Then why did you listen to him and disobey the doctor.” Mum told her sharply.
“Need not to go on and on about it mum,” George added. Mum glared at him then calmed down and gave grandma a bowl of cereal with warm milk.
When his mum was out of sight, he asked grandma what had happened. Then grandma went in a long explanation of what had happened.” I went to bed and I was ill in the middle of the night. The ambulance came and I went to the hospital. When I got there, they took ages talking about what has happened so far and all the details about me then your mum and dad had to fill in a long paper. Finally, they had finished then they did a x-ray on me to see how my body worked then they did another test on me. After that, they told us that the problem was I changed different moods to rapidly so they gave me some medicine but said I would not need a daily squirt, so they did not give me any medicine. Then I came back here at 5 o’clock.” She told him. George was surprised that his did not wake up in any of it. Suddenly, the clock dinged. He had totally forgot. It was Monday! Quickly, he got ready and walked to school as quick as he could. Finally, he was there. He waved hello to the new teacher, Miss Laugh and sat in his seat to do some quiet reading. He soon realised that he did not need to rush because he was really early so, he had a lot of time to read his brand-new book he had got from school.
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The book that George was reading was full of energetic adventures that reminded him about the unusual grandma. It made George suffer quite a lot as he missed the kind, warm-hearted grandma that used to be living under the Kranky’s roof. So, after 6 hours of school, he walked home (which was just 3 minutes away) and entered the house.
“3 minutes until medicine time!” George bellowed as he hung up his coat and bag. He was going to remake the medicine, so it made her more polite. He grabbed an enormous pot and hurried upstairs. First, he dashed into the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste and shampoo in the pot to make her smile every day and so her hair smelt nice and sweet. Then, he ran downstairs into the kitchen and poured honey inside the container so grandma’s voice would become softer after a second. Next, he mixed bananas in so that grandma’s temper was always good.
“Where’s my medicine?” questioned a crooked voice from a distance.
“Just one more minute!”George answered as his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Now, he only needed to pour it into the bottle that was sitting on the wooden table. First step, to get a cup and ladled some out. Second, pour the first medicine out of its bottle and then left the cup into the bottle. “Here it is!” George called.
“Good George, now give the bottle to granny,” grandma chuckled calmly. George handed the bottle of liquid with his shaking hands as he thought of all those things that he had put in it. Finally, grandma got it to her lip, and she was going to sip. She licked it in small bits when she was taking her medicine.She commented it tasted like strawberries and cherries and she was pleased to meet George. Therefore, she would shout “Sorry” or “Excuse me” for what seemed like a billion times.
When they were out for a morning walk, grandma kept on rubbing George’s head like a fluffy dog and whenever she met with a person, she bowed and did things like holding the door for a long duration and her voice, when she spoke she actually squealed like a new-born baby. Grandma’s face was mostly covered with a humungous smile which came from the toothpaste. George started to think grandma was being a real pest and he still missed the original grandma that was lovely and helpful to everyone. If they played a game, no matter how hard George tried, but he just couldn’t loose, nope, not at all. She could even be bouncing up and down, just to let you know how much energy she had. You would need to try hard to burn off spirit from her. George decided on how she was going to get back to normal. He thought this time it was going to work on her.
#Haoming
This time, the medicine did work on Grandma. At school the next day, he told one of his friends about what had happened, and asked if that had ever happened to their granny before. The friend said yes, and gave him a recipe for how to make the best cure for it. It turned out that George hadn’t made the best medicine, although he had put in the major ingredients, so he’d better make the best medicine for Grandma, so when he got home, he grabbed all the ingredients and put them into a different pot that looked like it could have one litre of liquid in it. He stirred anticlockwise for fifteen seconds, then did the same thing as yesterday, but before he put the mixture into the bottle, he washed the bottle out.
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He washed out the bottle before he put the ingredients in the bottle, because the last medicine could make an impact on how the medicine should work. “George dear, may I know when I will get my medicine?” came the polite voice from next door.
“Only a few minutes left!” George yelled as he rushed to finish the medicine. While he was shaking the bottle for a minute, grandma murmured, “Take your time, however you are going to run late sweetie.”
When he went into the stingy room, there sat the kind, frail woman. “Here it is!” cried George.
“Oh thanks!” grandma exclaimed. George was holding his breath, as she thirstily drank the medicine. Hastily, there came a rapid flash. When George looked at Grandma, he was puzzled and confused. Where grandma stood, well, used to stand, there was a tall girl, even though she was just under his height. “Who are you?” George whispered.
“George, I am your grandma. Oh my, you have grown really quick.” the little (but tall) girl replied.
George stared at her. She had the same colour eyes, she had the same colour hair. Her eyebrows are the same too, George thought. But how did grandma go young in a second? I know, my friend must have given me this recipe on purpose or maybe he just made one up and wanted to know what the liquid would make grandma do and how she would react? Either way, his focus was on the girl, I mean grandma. “Well, what should we play? I know! Let us go outside and play tennis? I love to play tennis.” grandma suggested.
“First may I know your name and then could you tell me how to play 10 is. Is it saying what 10 could be?” George rapidly asked.
“Oh, my name is Cordelia. Call me Cord for short. Also, tennis is a sport with a mini ball and bat.” Cordelia replied, “Come on, let us play!” So, George gradually followed her outside.
“So, the way we play is just hitting a ball over the net again. Have you played table tennis?” Cord explained. George nodded his head. “Good because tennis is table tennis but you play it on the floor, not on a table.” A few minutes later, George was starting to get used to huge table tennis (also known for tennis). “Cordelia, how old are you?” George quietly asked.
“Oh, I am 72. I mean 12.” she rapidly answered. Suddenly, a heat wave blew at him. “Cord, I am going to get a drink, it is really scorching. Are you coming?” George exclaimed. Cordelia came in as well and drank some water. “Could we play football instead now?” George cried.
“George, what is put a fall? Is it falling down a staircase or something like that because that does not sound very appealing to me.” Cordelia interrogated. George explained that it is not put a fall, but football, where you kick a ball and try to score in the other net opposite you. When Cordelia finally worked out how to play, they went and got the ball to kick
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It was weird, living with Cord as she looked so old with her wrinkles, but she was 12 instead of 72. George was so used to call Cordelia “grandma” that he sometimes called her grandma. Because of this the little boy decided to create another mythical medicine for the little and old girl, however, this time it was bound to be just in the middle.
After a long, tiring day of boring school, George dashed up and down, right and left, collected all the equipment George thought would cure the young woman and emptied the full bottles. There were powders, liquids, pills and gas, all of it was dumped into the bowl. Now, the huge jug was full of gooey, sticky liquid turning jade then violet, aureate and then marine. It almost looked like the mixture was confused in some sort of way with all the peculiar ingredients. “Anyway, it has to be hazel in the bottle,” a puzzled George murmured. So, he turned around and grabbed a little bottle labelled “Brown shoe polish”. Then, he poured the maroon mixture into the enormous jug and emptied the new medicine into the medicine container. “Medicine time!” George chimed. Grandma (or Cord) was watching television at the time and was quite enjoying the time, as she was giggling nearly all the time. “Thanks, George. Can you fetch the spoon? It’s just on the kitchen table.” Cord said. George obeyed. [Will she sip it or gulp it down?] George thought in his busy brain.
Soon, every drop was finished and a queer happening happened. All her young features disappeared, and hairs appeared all over her legs, arms and short, shaky hair grown on her head. “Need to pee,” growled a low voice which seemed to come from granny. Suddenly, she dashed into the male facilities that was followed by a farting noise so well on the poor boys who just wanted a normal granny like others. The next day was stated with a loud buzz outside and it turned out to be the lawn, how did grandma pull it out of the mysterious, creepy shed? After all, it was full of bugs and insects! Anyway, when she (or he) pulled up her sleeves, George had a terrible fright. “Whoosh!” he gasped. Grandma’s arms were full of frightening tattoos, such as bats, ghosts, sculls, spiders, eels, snakes and lizards, all sorts of horrible creatures. The rest of the day wasn’t any better. Grandma changed into dark, boring T-shirts with dull bottoms. Additionally, her mood and personality had changed a lot as it was so fussy and strict.
Was this the correct type? Probably not. “I don’t want a male grandma!” George thought.
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George went about the house, collecting all the good ingredients for his medicine. It was the one he had made after he poured out the old, bad medicine from the bottle. He tried to gather all the ingredients as quickly as possible because if mum and dad saw Grandma… that would be unacceptable. George looked at the clock. “Medicine time,” he declared for the fifth time. Grandma came in. She raised the spoon carefully, opened her mouth and drank the liquid. George’s heart was beating five times the normal speed, and his body was taut as he waited for the effect. Then, with an exhalation of air, Granny turned back into her normal self. But – probably as a residue from the teenager Grandma – she did have an interest in ping pong.
These days, Grandma would play ping pong with George, have her daily dose of medicine and have some fruit, or some muesli, or plain porridge or cereal but never anything with sugar in it (except things with natural sugar), so that she stayed healthy and fit. George, who was horrible at table tennis, improved over time. One day, George said: “First to two?” “Definitely,” replied Grandma.
George picked up the ball. He served, the ball bouncing on his side of the table, then Granny’s. He watched as she raised her bat, then returned, with a spin. George returned, watching as Granny hit the ball. It was high enough for him to smash it, so he did, he leapt up and smashed the ball, seeing it bounce once on the edge of the table then on the ground. George grinned. He had won! But, this was because he was a conscientious, assiduous worker and practised with Granny at least once before he slept each day. His hard work and effort had paid off.
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Even though grandma was better, she was not perfect, yet. So, George tried again. This time, he got sensible medicine ingredients (to you, you might not call it normal ingredients). First, he put in the body cream, to make her skin smooth and delicate. Next, he put in shampoo and hair conditioner, to make her hair shiny and straight. After that, he put in some perfume, to make her smell sweet and lovely. One by one, he put in the ingredients for her, nail varnish, a chunk of lipstick, mouthwash and toothpaste and loads more. He kept on putting more of that and a bit more of that until, the medicine found a ‘Belgian cocoa dusted truffle’ colour. Finally, it was ready to have a try and fix grandma. As George approached the stingy garage, a rabbit hopped by. The rabbit was limping because grandma put a tattoo on it. ‘Poor rabbit’ George thought, as he halted to the door. ‘Knock knock’. “I have got your medicine for you!” he called. Gradually, the door opened and a huge, black shadow fell on him. George held his breath, when grandma, I mean ‘grandpa’ took the medicine in one go. Hastily, there was a mini lightning flash, coming from grandma (grandpa). Hooray! Grandma was grandma again! Suddenly, he realised the time, it was bedtime. Swiftly, he ran up the steps to his bedroom, shut the curtains and hopped into bed. A second later, the door opened. Mum and dad were back. ‘The correct timing’ George thought to himself. After a while, he fell soundly asleep. In a blink of an eye, he heard his mum interrupt his dreams. “George, wake up. It is time for school,” she bellowed. George looked at the time, he was going to be late for school. Slowly, he woke up and goes ready, then raced to school, as fast as his legs could carry him.
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After a few days, it was finally a Friday afternoon and all of George’s best friends, Charlie, Johnathan were praising, clopping and glorifying. “You really know how to change things and explore your house?” they both cried with delight, seeing their friends in a high level. Hearing this, proudness tingled up George’s fingers and happiness crept up his body. He knew what needed to be done, improve the grand valuable medicine that was taken daily. Clank! Clank! Clank! The little boy carried an empty pot up the stairs, dashing to the bathroom. He locked the door behind himself which was a sensible thing to do as anyone could’ve charged into the room. It was chaotic when George made the magic spell, he bustled and whizzed. After five minutes, the pot was filled a third full. He then completed the task within sixteen minutes. To check if it worked, he would have to try it on a certain animal which was quite easy. George experimented it on a chicken but right after the animal sipped it, the chicken bashed straight into a stone wall. This caused damage in the wall as cracks appeared in the high wall. George dropped his shoulders as he called his loved ginger cat, dipped the spoon into the bottle containing dangerous medicine and stuffed the spoon into the adorable animal’s mouth.
Puffs of green smoke appeared and disappeared all around the cat. In a blur, the little creature laid on the floor, unmoving George peeped through the teeny, tiny patch in the wall. Slowly, slowly, slowly, George shuffled to the doghouse where the grey bulldog lived. Since he was sleeping peacefully, and George didn’t want to interrupt cleverly, the boy smeared the oilish mixture into the dog. Unexpectedly, the effect actually made the grey, dull dog’s rough skin glimmer in the rays of sunlight. “RRR!” barked the feirocious smelling liring animal. It jumped onto his short chubby legs raced into the wooden fen – Bang! A huge hole in the weak fence which now had fallen because of the damage. A horrible thought slithered into his body. Did he dare …?
… Of course, he did. After all his experiments, he was confident he could handle this. All he needed to do was to give the medicine to grandma. “Medicine time.” George reminded the human being seated on the couch.
“Good boy! Now, bring it to granny,” grandma nissed. “Here you go!” George said, handing a spoonful of the magic liquid. Grandma sipped carefully so one of the liquids spilt on herself. Red-hot flames appeared in her bloody eyes and more wrinkles grew on her face. Suddenly, grandma stood on her feet (which was quite surprising since she hadn’t stood up for a few years) and crashed into the wooden door with a brass knob fixed on. Silence came. Grandma plunged down to the floor with eyes widely open. After a few minutes, cherry-red spread on the floor …