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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled George's Marvelous Medicine about Grade, Grant, Puffin with the genre: Children's Books, Classics?
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conversations.value: Grade 2-4-Richard E. Grant performs this reading of the author's tale (Puffin, pap. 1998) with an appropriately British accent. Fully-voiced, the production is expressive and pleasing, making a great story an even better read-aloud. As George seeks a cure for his grandmother's grumpiness, his creative elixir produces surprising results. Listeners will appreciate the humor, suspense, and resolution in this silly plot so typical of the author's writing. Appropriate for listening centers, reading classes, literature studies and general circulation, the length and reading level of this title will be appreciated by those who work with reluctant readers. Consider this purchase essential for libraries with audio collections.<BR><I>Kirsten Martindale, Buford Academy, GA </I><BR>Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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conversations.value: <BR><I>Kirsten Martindale, Buford Academy, GA </I><BR>Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.. Consider this purchase essential for libraries with audio collections. Appropriate for listening centers, reading classes, literature studies and general circulation, the length and reading level of this title will be appreciated by those who work with reluctant readers. Listeners will appreciate the humor, suspense, and resolution in this silly plot so typical of the author's writing. As George seeks a cure for his grandmother's grumpiness, his creative elixir produces surprising results. Fully-voiced, the production is expressive and pleasing, making a great story an even better read-aloud. 1998) with an appropriately British accent. Grant performs this reading of the author's tale (Puffin, pap.Grade 2-4-Richard E
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conversations.value: George's Marvelous Medicine
  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.
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conversations.value: The silver tablespoon in which the medicine was always given lay ready on the kitchen sideboard. George picked it up.
  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, not to mention the powerful animal pills and powders and liquids...and the brown paint.
  George ran into the kitchen and came back with a jug of water. "Open your mouth, Grandma!" he cried. He could hardly see her for the smoke, but he managed to pour half a jugful down her throat. A sizzling sound, the kind you get if you hold a hot frying pan under cold water, came up from deep down in Grandma's stomach. The old hag bucked and shied and snorted. She gasped and gurgled. Spouts of water came shooting out of her. And the smoke cleared away.
  But wait! She had a puncture somewhere! George could hear the hiss of escaping air. She stopped swelling. She was going down. She was slowly getting thinner again, shrinking back and back slowly to her shrivelly old self.
  Then a funny thing happened. Grandma's body gave a sudden sharp twist and a sudden sharp jerk and she flipped herself clear out of the chair and landed neatly on her two feet on the carpet.
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conversations.value: But even as she spoke, the whistling suddenly stopped and the steam disappeared. That was when Grandma began to get smaller. She had started off with her head as high as the roof of the house, but now she was coming down fast.
  But she didn't stop. Smaller and smaller she got...down and down she went. In another half minute she was no bigger than a bottle of lemonade.
  When she was no bigger than a cigarette, Mrs. Kranky made a grab for her. She held her in her hands and cried, "How do I stop her getting smaller still?"
  For a few minutes, Mrs. Kranky kept wandering around with a puzzled look on her face, saying, "Mother, where are you? Where've you gone? Where've you got to? How can I find you?" But she calmed down quite quickly. And by lunchtime, she was saying, "Ah well, I suppose it's all for the best, really. She was a bit of a nuisance around the house, wasn't she?"
  George didn't say a word. He felt quite trembly. He knew something tremendous had taken place that morning. For a few brief moments he had touched with the very tips of his fingers the edge of a magic world.
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conversations.value: But even as she spoke, the whistling suddenly stopped and the steam disappeared. That was when Grandma began to get smaller. She had started off with her head as high as the roof of the house, but now she was coming down fast.
  But she didn't stop. Smaller and smaller she got...down and down she went. In another half minute she was no bigger than a bottle of lemonade.
  When she was no bigger than a cigarette, Mrs. Kranky made a grab for her. She held her in her hands and cried, "How do I stop her getting smaller still?"
  For a few minutes, Mrs. Kranky kept wandering around with a puzzled look on her face, saying, "Mother, where are you? Where've you gone? Where've you got to? How can I find you?" But she calmed down quite quickly. And by lunchtime, she was saying, "Ah well, I suppose it's all for the best, really. She was a bit of a nuisance around the house, wasn't she?"
  George didn't say a word. He felt quite trembly. He knew something tremendous had taken place that morning.