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Roald Dahl: George's Marvellous MedicineROALD DAHL
George's Marvellous Medicine





WARNING TO READERS: Do not try to make George's Marvellous Medicine yourselves
at home. It could be dangerous.






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 up to 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 up to.
'And don't forget to give Grandma her medicine at eleven 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 grunion of a Grandma. Looking after 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 and a small puckered up mouth like a dog's bottom.
'How much sugar in your tea today, Grandma?' George asked her.
'One spoon,' 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, grouching, 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.