*WARNING: Do not try to make George's Marvellous Medicine yourselves at home. It could be dangerous.
Grandma sipped 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 stirred it again and carried it carefully in to Grandma.
‘Where’s the saucer?’ she said. ‘I won’t have a cup without a saucer.’
George fetched her a saucer.
‘And what about a teaspoon, if you please?’ ‘I’ve stirred it for you, Grandma. I stirred it well.’
‘I’ll stir my own tea, thank you very much,’ she said. ‘Fetch me a teaspoon.’
George fetched her a teaspoon.
When George’s mother or father were 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’s a 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,’ the old woman answered. ‘I gave up growing when I was extremely small, along with all the other nasty childish habits like laziness and disobedience and greed and sloppiness and untidiness and stupidity. You haven’t given up any of these 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, it’ll be too late.’
‘Too late for what, Grandma?’
‘It’s ridiculous,’ she went on. ‘You’re nearly as tall as me already.’
George took a good look at Grandma. She certainly was very small. It was as if she was shrinking, as she had to have a footstool to put her feet on, and her head only came halfway up the back of the armchair.
‘Daddy says it’s ﬁne for people to be tall,’ George said.
‘Don’t listen to your daddy,’ Grandma said. ‘Listen to me.’
‘But how do I stop myself growing?’ George asked her.
‘Eat less chocolate,’ Grandma said.
‘Does chocolate make you grow?’
‘It makes you grow the WRONG WAY,’ she snapped. ‘Up instead of down.’
Grandma sipped some tea but never took her eyes from the little boy who stood before her.
‘Never grow up,’ she said. ‘ALWAYS DOWN.’
‘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. ‘It’s 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!’
‘UGH,’ George said.
‘Caterpillars give you brains,’ the old woman said.
‘Mummy and Daddy wash them down the sink,’ George said.
‘Mummy and Daddy are as stupid as you are,’ Grandma said. ‘Cabbage doesn’t taste of anything without a few boiled caterpillars in it. Slugs, too.’
‘Not SLUGS!’ George cried out. ‘I couldn’t eat slugs!’
‘Whenever I see a live slug on a piece of lettuce,’ Grandma said, ‘I gobble 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 BEETLEY BUGS. You don’t know what’s good for you.’
‘You’re joking, Grandma.’
‘I never joke,’ she said. ‘Beetles are perhaps best of all. They go CRUNCH!’
‘Grandma! That’s beastly!’
The old woman grinned, 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 in sticks of raw celery,’ Grandma went on. ‘Sometimes it’s earwigs.’
‘I don’t want to hear about it!’ cried George.
‘A big fat earwig is very tasty,’ Grandma said, licking her lips. ‘But you’ve got to be very quick, my dear, when you put one of those in your mouth. It has a pair of sharp nippers on its back end and if it grabs your tongue with those, it never lets go. So you’ve got to bite the earwig ﬁrst, CHOP CHOP before it bites you.’
George started edging towards the door. He wanted to get as far away as possible from this He wanted to get as far away as possible from this mean 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 woman in the chair. She stared back at him.
Could it be, George wondered, that she was a witch? He had 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 bony 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 she smiled. It was a thin icy smile, the kind a snake might make just before it bites you. ‘Come over here to Grandma and she’ll whisper secrets to you.’
George took a step backwards, edging closer to the door.
‘You mustn’t be frightened of your old Grandma,’ she said, smiling that icy smile.
George took another step backwards.
‘Some of us,’ she said, and all at once she was leaning forward in her chair and whispering in a throaty sort of voice George had never heard her use before. ‘Some of us,’ she said, ‘have magic powers that can twist the creatures of this earth into WONDROUS SHAPES...’
A tingle of electricity ﬂashed down the length of George’s spine. He began to feel frightened.
‘Some of us,’ the old woman went on, ‘have ﬁre on 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 seemed stuck to the ﬂoor.
‘We know how to make your nails drop off and teeth grow out of your ﬁngers instead.’
George began to tremble. It was her face that frightened him most of all, the frosty smile, the brilliant unblinking eyes.
‘We know how to make 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 where 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.