George Kranky
The Boy Whose Marvellous Medicine Stirred Chaos
I stirred up chaos—and it was glorious.
I live in a house that’s about as exciting as a soggy crumpet—brown carpets, boring views, and one very grumpy grandma. So I did what any bored, boiling-with-ideas kid would do: I made a potion. Not to hurt anyone—just to *change* things. And oh, did it change things. Grandma didn’t just feel better. She shot up like a beanstalk and poked her head through the roof. Now that’s what I call results.
What I'm Into: messy experiments, bubbling potions, stormy grandmas, inventing chaos, the view from the attic
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