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George's Marvelous Medicine

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"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 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 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 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.
George went into the kitchen and made Grandma a cup of tea with a teabag. 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 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 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'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 a very tiny person. Her legs were so short 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 a man 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.''
"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. "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!"]]
"Ouch" George said.
"Caterpillars give you brains" the old woman said. "Mummy washes them down the sink" George said.
"Mummy's 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 hag 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" the old woman 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 toward the door. He wanted to get as far away 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 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 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 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 backward edging closer to the door.
"You mustn't be frightened of your old grandma" she said smiling that icy smile.
George took another step backward.
"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 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 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.]]George sat himself down at the table in the kitchen. He was shaking a little. Oh how he hated Grandma! He really hated that horrid old witchy woman. And all of a sudden he had a tremendous urge to do something about her. Something whopping. Something absolutely terrific. A real shocker. A sort of explosion. He wanted to blow away the witchy smell that hung about her in the next room. He may have been only eight years old but he was a brave little boy. He was ready to take this old woman on.
"I'm not going to be frightened by her" he said softly to himself. But he was frightened. And that's why he wanted suddenly to explode her away.
Well ... not quite away. But he did want to shake the old woman up a bit.
Very well then. What should it be this whopping terrific exploding shocker for Grandma?
He would have liked to put a firecracker under her chair but he didn't have one.
He would have liked to put a long green snake down the back of her dress but he didn't have a long green snake.
He would have liked to put six big black rats in the room with her and lock the door but he didn't have six big black rats.
As George sat there pondering this interesting problem his eye fell upon the bottle of Grandma's brown]]
medicine standing on the sideboard. Rotten stuff it seemed to be. Four times a day a large spoonful of it was shoveled into her mouth and it didn't do her the slightest bit of good. She was always just as horrid after she'd had it as she'd been before. The whole point of medicine surely was to make a person better. If it didn't do that then it was quite useless.
So ho! thought George suddenly. Ah ha! Ho hum! I know exactly what I'll do. I shall make her a new medicine one that is so strong and so fierce and so fantastic it will either cure her completely or blow off the top of her head. I'll make her a magic medicine a medicine no doctor in the world has ever made before.
George looked at the kitchen clock. It said five past ten. There was nearly an hour left before Grandma's next dose was due at eleven.
"Here we go then!" cried George jumping up from the table. "A magic medicine it shall be!
"So give me a bug and a jumping flea Give me two snails and lizards three And a slimy squiggler from the sea And the poisonous sting of a bumblebee
And the juice from the fruit of the jujube tree And the powdered bone of a wombat's knee. And one hundred other things as well
Each with a rather nasty smell.
I'll stir them up I'll boil them long A mixture tough a mixture strong. And then heigh ho and down it goes]]
A nice big spoonful (hold your nose) Just gulp it down and have no fear. How do you like it Granny dear?' Will she go pop? Will she explode? Will she go flying down the road? Will she go poof in a puff of smoke? Start fizzing like a can of Coke?
Who knows? Not I. Let's wait and see. (I'm glad it's neither you nor me.)
Oh Grandma if you only knew   What I have got in store for you!"]]
George took an enormous stewing pot out of the cupboard and placed it on the kitchen table. "George!" came the shrill voice from the next room. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing Grandma" he called out.
"You needn't think I can't hear you just because you closed the door! You're rattling the pots and pans!" "I'm just tidying the kitchen Grandma."
Then there was silence.
George had absolutely no doubts whatsoever about how he was going to make his famous medicine. He wasn't going to fool about wondering whether to put in a little bit of this or a little bit of that. Quite simply he was going to put in EVERYTHING he could find. There would be no messing about no hesitating no wondering whether a particular thing would knock the old girl sideways or not. The rule would be this: Whatever he saw if it was runny or powdery or gooey in it went.
Nobody had ever made a medicine like that before. If it didn't actually cure Grandma then it would anyway cause some exciting results. It would be worth watching.
George decided to work his way around the various rooms one at a time and see what they had to offer. He would go first to the bathroom. There are always lots of funny things in a bathroom. So upstairs he]]
went carrying the enormous two handled pot before him.
In the bathroom he gazed longingly at the famous and dreaded medicine cupboard. But he didn't go near it. It was the only thing in the entire house he was forbidden to touch. He had made solemn promises to his parents about this and he wasn't going to break them. There were things in there they had told him that could actually kill a person and although he was out to give Grandma a pretty fiery mouthful he didn't really want a dead body on his hands. George put the stewpot on the floor and went to work.]]
Number one was a bottle labeled GOLDEN GLOSS HAIR sHAMPoo. He emptied it into the pot. "That ought to wash her tummy nice and clean" he said.
He took a full tube of TOOTHPASTE and squeezed out the whole lot of it in one long worm. "Maybe that will brighten up those horrid brown teeth of hers" he said.
There was an aerosol can of suPERFOAM SHAVING SOAP belonging to his father. George loved playing with aerosols. He pressed the button and kept his]]
finger on it until there was nothing left. A wonderful mountain of white foam built up in the giant pot. With his fingers he scooped out the contents of a jar of VITAMIN ENRICHED FACE CREAM.
In went a small bottle of scarlet Nail POLISH. "If the toothpaste doesn't clean her teeth" George said "then this will paint them as red as roses."
He found another jar of creamy stuff labeled HAIR REMOVER. SMEAR IT ON YOUR LEGS it said AND ALL ow TO REMAIN FOR FIVE MINUTES. George tipped it all into the pot.
There was a bottle with yellow stuff inside it called DISHWORTH'S FAMOUS DANDRUFF CURE. In it went. There was something called BRILLIDENT FOR CLEANING FALSE TEETH. It was a white powder. In that went too.]]
He found another aerosol can NEVERMORE PONGING DEODORANT SPRAY GUARANTEED it said TO KEEP AWAY UNPLEASANT BODY SMELLS FOR A WHOLE DAY. "She could use plenty of that;" George said as he sprayed the entire canful into the stewing pot.
Liquid PARAFFIN the next one was called. It was a big bottle. He hadn't the faintest idea what it did to you but he poured it in anyway.
That he thought looking around him was about from the bathroom.
On his mother's dressing table in the bed George found yet another lovely aerosol can. It was called HELGa'S HAIRSET. HOLD TWELVE INCHES AWAY FROM THE HAIR AND SPRAY LIGHTLY. He squirted the whole lot into the pot. He did enjoy squirting these aerosols.
There was a bottle of perfume called FLOWERS OF TURNIPS. It smelled of old cheese. In it went.
And in too went a large round box of POWDER that was called PINK PLASTER. There was a powder puff on top and he threw that in as well for luck.
He found a couple of LIPSTICKS. He pulled the greasy red things out of their little cases and added them to the mixture.
The bedroom had nothing more to offer so George carried the enormous pot downstairs again and trotted into the laundry room where the shelves were full of all kinds of household items.
The first one he took down was a large box of SUPERWHITE FOR AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES. DIRT it said WILL DISAPPEAR LIKE MAGIC. George didn't]]
know whether Grandma was automatic or not but she was certainly a dirty old woman. "So she'd better have it' all" he said tipping in the whole boxful.
Then there was a big can of wAxwELL FLOOR POLISH. IT REMOVES FILTH AND FOUL MESSES FROM YOUR FLOOR AND LEAVES EVERYTHING SHINY BRIGHT it said. George scooped the orange colored waxy stuff out of the can and plunked it into the pot.]]
There was a round cardboard carton labeled FLEA POWDER FOR DOGS. KEEP WELL AWAY FROM THE DOG'S FOOD it said BECAUSE THIS POWDER IF EATEN WILL MAKE THE DOG EXPLODE. "Good" said George; pouring it all into the stewing pot.
He found a box of CANARY SEED on the shelf. "Perhaps it'll make the old bird sing" he said and in it went.
Next George explored the box with shoe cleaning materials  brushes and cans and polishing cloths. Well now he thought Grandma's medicine is brown so my medicine must also be brown or she'll smell a rat. The way to color it he decided would be with BROWN SHOE POLISH. The large can he chose was labeled DARK TAN. Splendid. He scooped it all out with an old spoon and plopped it into the pot. He would stir it up later.]]
On his way back to the kitchen George saw a bottle of GIN standing on the sideboard. Grandma was very fond of gin. She was allowed to have a small nip of it every evening. Now he would give her a treat. He would pour in the whole bottle. He did.
Back in the kitchen George put the huge stewing pot on the table and went over to the cupboard that served as a larder. The shelves were bulging with bottles and jars of every sort. He chose the following and emptied them one by one into the pot: 
A TIN OF CURRY POWDER
A TIN OF MUSTARD POWDER
A bottle OF "ExTRA HOT" CHILI SAUCE A TIN of BLACK PEPPERCORNS
A BOTTLE OF HORSERADISH SAUCE
"There!" he said aloud. "That should do it!" "George!" came the screechy voice from: the next room. "Who are you talking to in there? What are you up to?"
"Nothing Grandma absolutely nothing" he called back.
"Is it time for my medicine yet?"
"No Grandma not for about half an hour." "Well just see you don't forget it."
"I won't Grandma" George answered. "I promise I won't."]]
At this point George suddenly had an extra good wheeze. Although the medicine cupboard in the house was forbidden ground what about the medicines his father kept on the shelf in the shed next to the henhouse? The animal medicines?
What about those?
Nobody had ever told him he mustn't touch them. Let's face it George said to himself hair spray and shaving cream and shoe polish are all very well and they will no doubt cause some splendid explosions inside the old geezer but what the magic mixture now needs is a touch of the real stuff real pills and real tonics to give it punch and muscle.
George picked up the heavy three quarters full pot and carried it out the back door. He crossed the farmyard and headed straight for the shed alongside the henhouse. He knew his father wouldn't be there. He was out haymaking in one of the meadows.
George entered the dusty  old shed and put the stewing pot on the bench. Then he looked up at the medicine shelf. There were five big bottles there. Two were full of pills two were full of runny stuff and one was full of powder.
"I'll use them all" George said. "Grandma needs them. Boy does she need them!"
The first bottle he took down contained an orange colored powder. The label said FOR CHICKENS with]]
FOUL PEST HEN GRIPE SORE BEAKS GAMMY LEGS COCKERELITIS EGG TROUBLE BROODINESS OR LOSS OF FEATHERS. MIX ONE SPOONFUL ONLY with EACH BUCKET OF FEED:
"Well" George said aloud to himself as he tipped in the whole bottleful "the old bird won't be losing any feathers after she's had a dose of this."
The next bottle he took down had about five hundred gigantic purple pills in it. FOR HORSES WITH]]
HOARSE THROATS it said on the label. THE HOARSE THROATED HORSE SHOULD SUCK ONE pill TWICE A DAY.
"Grandma may not have a hoarse throat" George said "but she's certainly got a sharp tongue. Maybe they'll cure that instead:" Into the pot went the five hundred gigantic purple pills.
Then there was a bottle of thick yellowish liquid. FOR cows BULLS AND BULLOcKs the label said. WILL CURE COWPOX COW MANGE CRUMPLED HORNS BAD BREATH IN BULLS ' EAR ACHE TOOTH ACHE HEAD ACHE 'HOOF ACHE TAIL ACHE AND SORE UDDERS.
"That grumpy: old cow in the living room has every one of those rotten illnesses" George said. "She'll need it all." With a slop and a gurgle the yellow liquid splashed into the now nearly full stewpot.
The next bottle contained a brilliant red liquid. SHEEPDEP it said on the label. FOR SHEEP WITH SHEEP ROT AND FOR GETTING RID OF TICKS AND FLEAS. MIX ONE SPOONFUL IN ONE GALLON OF WATER AND SLOSH IT OVER]]
THE SHEEP. CAUTION DO NOT MAKE THE MIXTURE ANY STRONGER OR THE WOOL WILL FALL OUT AND THE ANIMAL WILL BE NAKED.
"By gum" said George "how I'd love to walk in and slosh it all over old Grandma and watch the ticks and fleas go jumping off her. But I can't. I mustn't. So she'll have to drink it instead." He poured the bright red medicine into the pot
The last bottle on the shelf was full of pale green pills. PIG PILLS the label announced. FOR PIGS WITH PORK PRICKLES TENDER TROTTERS BRISTLE BLIGHT AND SWINE SICKNESS. GIVE ONE PILL PER DAY. IN SEVERE CASES TWO PILLS MAY BE GIVEN BUT MORE THAN THAT WILL MAKE THE PIG ROCK AND ROLL.
"Just the stuff" said George "for that miserable old pig back there in the house. She'll need a very big dose." He tipped all the green pills hundreds and hundreds of them into the stewing pot.
There was an old stick lying on the bench that had been used for stirring paint. George picked it up and started to stir his marvelous concoction: The mixture was as thick as cream and as he stirred and stirred many wonderful colors rose up from the depths and blended together pinks blues greens yellows and browns.
George went on stirring until it was all well mixed but even so there were still hundreds of pills lying on the bottom that hadn't melted. And there was his mother's splendid powder puff floating on the surface. "I shall have to boil it all" George said. "One good quick boil on the stove is all it needs." And with that]]
he staggered back toward the house with the enormous heavy stewing pot.
On the way he passed the garage so he went in to see if he could find any other interesting things. He added the following:
Half a pint Of ENGINE oil to keep Grandma's engine going smoothly.
Some ANTiFREEzE to keep her radiator from freezing up in winter.
A handful Of GREASE tO grease her creaking joints. Then back to the kitchen.]]
the kitchen George put the heavy stewing pot on the stove and turned up the gas flame underneath it as high as it would go.
"George!" came the awful voice from the next room. "It's time for my medicine!"
"Not yet Grandma" George called back. "There's still twenty minutes before eleven o'clock."
"What mischief are you up to in there now?" Granny screeched. "I hear noises."
George thought it best not to answer this one. He found a long wooden spoon in a kitchen drawer and began stirring hard. The stuff in the pot got hotter and hotter.
Soon the marvelous mixture began to froth and foam. A rich blue smoke the color of peacocks rose from the surface of the liquid and a fiery fearsome smell filled the kitchen. It made George choke and splutter. It was a smell unlike any he had smelled before. It was a brutal and bewitching smell spicy and staggering fierce and frenzied full of wizardry and]]
magic. Whenever he got a whiff of it up his nose firecrackers went off in his skull and electric prickles ran along the backs of his legs. It was wonderful to stand there stirring this amazing mixture and to watch it smoking blue and bubbling and frothing and foaming as though it were alive. At one point he could have sworn he saw bright sparks flashing in the swirling foam.
And suddenly George found himself dancing around the steaming pot chanting strange words that came into his head out of nowhere:
"Fiery broth and witch's brew Foamy froth and riches blue Fume and spume and spoondrift spray Fizzle swizzle shout hooray
Watch it sloshing swashing sploshing Hear it hissing squishing spissing Grandma better start to pray."]]
George turned off the heat under the stewing pot. He must leave plenty of time for it to cool. down.
When all the steam and froth had gone away he peered into the giant pot to see what color the great medicine now was. It was a deep and brilliant blue.
"It needs more brown in it" George said. "It simply must be brown or she'll get suspicious."
George ran outside and dashed into his father's toolshed where all the paints were kept. There was a row of cans on the shelf all colors black green red pink white and brown. He reached for the can of brown. The label said simply DARK BROWN GLOSS PAINT ONE QUART. He took a screwdriver and pried off the lid. The can was three quarters full. He rushed it back to the kitchen. He poured the whole lot into the pot. The pot was now full to the brim. Very gently George stirred the paint into  the mixture with the long wooden spoon. Ab ba! It was all turning brown! A lovely rich creamy brown!
"Where's that medicine of mine boy?!" came the voice from the living room. "You're forgetting me! You're doing it on purpose! I shall tell your mother!"
"I'm not forgetting you Grandma" George called back. "I'm thinking of you all the time. But there are still ten minutes to go."
"You're a nasty little maggot!" The voice screeched]]
back. "You're a lazy and disobedient little worm and you're growing too fast."
George fetched the bottle of Grandma's real medicine from the sideboard. He took out the cork and tipped it all down the sink. He then filled the bottle with his own magic mixture by dipping a small jug into the pot and using it as a pourer. He replaced the cork:
Had it cooled down enough yet? Not quite. He held the bottle under the cold tap for a couple of minutes. The label came off in the water but that didn't matter. He dried the bottle with a dishcloth.
All was now ready! This was it!
The great moment had arrived! "Medicine time Grandma!" he called out.
"I should hope so too" came the grumpy reply. The silver tablespoon in which the medicine was always given lay ready on the kitchen sideboard. George picked it up.
Holding the spoon in one hand and the bottle in the other he advanced into the living room.]]
Grandma sat hunched in her chair by the window. The wicked little eyes followed George closely as he crossed the room toward her.
"You're late" she snapped.
"I don't think I am Grandma."
"Don't interrupt me in the middle of a sentence!" she shouted.
"But you'd finished your sentence Grandma." "There you go again!" she cried. "Always interrupting and arguing. You really are a tiresome little boy. What's the time?"
"It's exactly eleven o'clock Grandma."
"You're lying as usual. Stop talking so much and give me my medicine. Shake the bottle first. Then pour it onto the spoon and make sure it's a whole spoonful."
"Are you going to gulp it all down in one go?" George asked her. "Or will you sip it?"
"What I do is none of your business" the old woman said. "Fill the spoon."
As George removed the cork and began very slowly to pour the thick brown stuff into the spoon he couldn't help thinking back on all the mad and marvelous things that had gone into the making of this crazy stuff the shaving soap the hair remover the dandruff cure the automatic washing machine powder the flea powder for dogs the shoe polish the black pepper the horseradish sauce and all the rest of them]]

Subjective Criteria

Illustrations: Little support

Dialog: Multiple speakers

Dialog: Broken dialogue

Vocabulary: Some difficult words

Language: Many descriptive words

Sentences: Multiple phrases

Text structure: Story/Poem

Inferences: Some implications

Complexity: Several unrelated ideas

Concept: Fanciful

Features

Topic

Messiness

Grandparents

Medicine

*Human Body & Health

*Family & Friends

*Feelings, Behaviors

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tongues	tonics	toolshed	tremendous	turnips
udders	unblinking	untidiness	urge	various
waxwell	whatsoever	whiff	whisper	whopping
wizardry	wombat's	wondrous	worth	wrinkled