George’s Marvelous Medicine
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George is Marvellous Medicine by Roald Dahl. Chapter one Grandma, I'm going shopping in the village, George's mother said to George on Saturday morning. So be a good boy and don't get into mischief. This was a silly thing to say to a small boy at any time. It immediately made him wonder what sort of mischief he might get into. And don't forget to give Grandma her medicine at 11 o'clock, the mother said. Then, out she went, closing the back door behind her. Grandma, who was dozing in her chair by the window, opened one wicked little eye and said, Now you heard what your mother said. George, don't forget my medicine. No, Grandma George said. And just try to behave yourself for once while she's away. Yes, Grandma George said George was bored to tears. He didn't have a brother or a sister. His father was a farmer, and the farm they lived on was miles away from anywhere, so there were never any Children to play with. He was tired of staring at pigs and hens and cows and sheep. He was especially tired of having to live in the same house as that grizzly old Runyon of a grandma looking off to her all by himself was hardly the most exciting way to spend a Saturday morning. You can make me a nice cup of tea for a start, Grandma said to George. That'll keep you out of mischief for a few minutes. Yes, Grandma George said George couldn't help disliking Grandma. She was a selfish, grumpy old woman. She had pale brown teeth in a small, puckered up mouth, like a dog's bottom. How much sugar in your tea today, Grandma George Astor. One spoonful, she said. And no milk. Most grandmothers are lovely, kind, helpful old ladies, but not this one. She spent all day and every day sitting in her chair by the window, and she was always complaining, grousing, crouching, grumbling, griping about something or other, never once, even on her best days had she smiled at George and said, Well, how are you this morning, George? Or why don't you and I have a game of snakes and ladders? Or how was school today? She didn't seem to care about other people, only about herself. She was a miserable old grouch. George went into the kitchen and made Grandma a cup of tea with a tea bag. He put one spoon of sugar in it and no milk. He stirred the sugar well and carried the cup into the living room. Grandma, sip the tea. It's not sweet enough, she said. Put more sugar in. George took the cup back to the kitchen and added another spoonful of sugar. He started again and carried it carefully to Grandma. Where is the saucer? She said. I won't have a cup without a saucer. George fetched her a saucer. And what about the tea spoon, if you please, I started for you, Grandma. I stirred it. Well, I'll stir my own tea. Thank you very much, she said. Fetch me a teaspoon. George, Fetch 30 spoon. When George's mother or father was home, Grandma never ordered George about like this. It was only when she had him on her own that she began treating him badly. You know what's the matter with you? The old woman said, staring at George over the rim of the teacup with those bright, wicked little eyes. You're growing too fast. Boys who grow too fast become stupid and lazy, but I can't help it if I'm growing fast, Grandma George said. Of course you can, she snapped. Growing tze and nasty, childish habit. But we have to grow Grandma. If we didn't grow, we'd never be grown ups. Rubbish boy Rubbish, she said. Look at me. Am I growing? Certainly not. But you did. Once, Grandma only very little old woman answered. I gave up growing when I was extremely small, along with other nasty, childish habits like laziness, disobedience and greed and sloppiness and untidiness and stupidity. You haven't given up any of those things, have you? I'm still only a little boy. Grandma, you're eight years old, she snorted. That's old enough to know better. If you don't stop growing soon, you'll it'll be too late. Too late for what? Grandma? It's ridiculous, she went on. You're nearly has told me already. George took a good look at Grandma. She certainly was a very tiny person. Her legs were so short, she had to have a footstool to put them on, and her head only came halfway up the back of the arm chair. Daddy says it's fine for a man to be told, George said, Don't listen to your daddy. Grandma said, Listen, to me. But how do I stop myself growing? George Astor? Eat less chocolates, Grandma said. Does chocolate make you grow? It makes you grow the wrong way. She snapped up instead of down Grandma Simpson T but never took her eyes from the little boy who stood before her. Never grow up, she said. Always down. Yes, Grandma. And stop eating chocolate. Eat cabbage instead. Cabbage. Oh, no, I don't like cabbage, George said. It's not what you like or what you don't like. Grandma snapped its What's good for you that counts. From now on, you must eat cabbage three times a day, mountains of cabbage. And if it's got caterpillars in it, so much the better. Ouch! George said. Caterpillars gives you brains. Thie old woman said. Mummy washes them down the sink, George said. Mummies as stupid as you are, Grandma said. Cabbage doesn't taste of anything without a few boiled caterpillars, innit? Slugs, too. Not slugs. George cried out. I couldn't eat slugs whenever I see a live slug on a piece of lettuce, Kromer said. I gobbled it up quick before it crawls away. Delicious. She squeezed her lips together tight so that her mouth became a tiny, wrinkled hole. Delicious, she said again, worms and slugs and beetle bugs. You don't know what's good for you. You're joking, Grandma. I never joke, she said. Beetles are perhaps the best of all. They go crunch Grandma, That's beastly, the old hag grin showing those pale brown teeth. Sometimes, if you're lucky, she said, you get a beetle inside the stem of a stick of celery. That's what I like, Grandma. How could you? You find all sorts of nice things and sticks of raw celery. The old woman went on. Sometimes it's hear weeks. I don't want to hear about it, Cried George. A big fat earwig is very tasty. Grandma set licking her lips. But you've got to be very quick, my dear, when you put one of those in your mouth that has a pair of sharp nippers at the back end, and if it grabs your tongue with those, it's never lets go. So you've got to bite the awake first chocolate before it bites you. George started edging toward the door. He wanted to get away as far as possible from this filthy old woman. You're trying to get away from me, aren't you? She said, pointing a finger straight at George's face. You're trying to get away from Grandma. Little George stood by the door, staring at the old hag in his chair. She stared at him. Could it be? George wondered that she was a witch. He'd always thought witches were only in fairy tales, but now he was not so sure. Come closer to me, little boy, she said, beckoning to him with a horny finger. Come closer to me and I will tell you secrets. George didn't move. Grandma didn't move, either. I know a great many secrets, she said, and suddenly smile. It was a thin, icy smile the kind of snake might make just before it bites. You come over here to Grandma, and she'll whisper secrets to you. George took a step backward, edging closer to the door. You mustn't be frightened of your old grandma, she said. With that icy smile, George took another step backward. Some of us, she said, and all at once, leaning forward in her chair and whispering in a throaty sort of voice, Georgia never heard her used before. Some of us, she said, have magic powers that Khun Twist the creatures of this earth into wondrous shapes. A tingle of electricity flash down the length of George's spine. He began to feel frightened. Some of us, the old woman went on, have fire in our tongues and sparks in our bellies and wizardry in the tips of our fingers. Some of us know secrets that would make your hair stand straight up on end and your eyes pop out of their sockets. George wanted to run away, but his feet seems stuck to the floor. We know how to make your nails drop off and your teeth grow out of your fingers. Instead, George began to tremble. It was her face that frightened them most of all. The frosty smile, the brilliant, unblinking eyes. We know how to have you wake up in the morning with a long tail coming out from behind you, Grandma, he cried out. Stop! We know secrets, my dear, about dark places with dark things live and squirm and slither all over each other. George made a dive for the door. It doesn't matter how far you run, he heard her saying, You won't ever get away. George ran into the kitchen, slamming the door behind him