TheKrankies

He observed her with his eyes squinted, trying to see if she might suddenly grow a few more feet. “Have you stopped growing yet, Grandma?” George asked. “I don't know, boy!” she screamed back. “But I feel terrific! No pain, nothing! Didn’t I tell you I had magic on the tips of my fingers?!” [[ "You're not a witch, Grandma" -> GransNotAWhich]] [["It was my medicine, not magic!" -> MyMedicine]]

He found it hard to believe that his Grandma Kreta could actually look like an ordinary lovable grandma. But up on that roof, she actually did. She was up there for the first time and for once, she was enthusiastic and giddy. “Are you enjoying the view, Grandma?” George shouted. “I SURE AM.” she screamed back. "This is even better than making you scrub between my toes!". Ignoring George's frown over her reply, Grandma took a long breath of fresh air. It had been a decade since she had stepped foot outside! But now, funnily enough, her feet were still very much inside the living room. She could smell the cow poo and other unsavory farm smells wafting through her nostrils. Ah, home. “I can see the lousy neighbors from up here!” she screamed at George. “Who, the Spooks?” “Yes the Spoofs-em-whatevers; they look like tiny ants. Should I stomp them or gobble them? What would be more witchy of the two?” [[ "You're not a witch, Grandma" -> GransNotAWhich]] [["It was my medicine, not magic!" -> MyMedicine]]

"Come on Grandma, it wasn't magic!" George argues. "It was me. I made a medicine!" “What?" Grandma screeched. "That's a load of collywop!” She wouldn’t believe it for one second. Afterall, children were only good for nothing. But George was determined to prove himself. He ran over to a chicken coop and caught an unsuspecting chicken. He fed it a spoonful of his brown goopy medicine. Next thing they knew, steam shot out from the chicken’s mouth. It grew bigger and bigger, the size of a horse. But unlike grandma, it didn't grow tall, it stayed nice and plump. Just perfect! Grandma was flabbergasted. It was a new look for her. [[ “Wait till your mother gets home!” -> unfazedGrandma]] [["Well, it doesn’t matter.” -> unfazedGrandma]] [["It’s still tiny compared to me!” -> unfazedGrandma]]

(set: $observedChicken to false)(set: $lookedAtNeighbor to false) Refusing to give him credit, she made hurried comments and turned a deaf ear to George. In a matter of seconds, she had already recovered from the shock and was busy humming gleefully. George sighed. There was no winning with her. Instead, he slowly slid away, running back into the farmhouse to carry out some more experiments. In the meanwhile, Grandma Kreta was prepping herself for her luxury time on the roof. There was just so much to see! She reached into the very hole she smashed open, to whip out her trusty pair of binoculars. She always kept them handy. You never know when things may need some spying on! "Now then", she chuckled in amusement. =|= [[Observe the chicken -> observeChicken]] <img src="https://maham-ismail.neocities.org/chicken.JPG" width="200" height="200"> =|= [[Look beyond your farm -> LookAtNeighbor]] <img src="https://maham-ismail.neocities.org/neighbor.JPG" width="200" height="200"> |==|

(set: $observedChicken to true) Her gaze drifted through her binoculars, and it eventually fixated on the new chicken that clucked around pecking abnormally large holes in the yard. “Here chicky chicky chicky...” she whispered to it, her mouth salivating. She couldn’t help it. Grandma Kreta preferred to dislike things more than she cared to like them.. but farm animals were begrudgingly her only exception. One would think, maybe it was because she grew up on a farm like this? Nope. To her, all farm animals just happened to be clucking, squealing but delicious courses of lunch and dinner... and that’s pretty much all she needed. This isn’t to say she did not love herself a warm can of worms or a slug or two.. they made a nice salad. But a ham sammy, a nice beef roast, crispy chicken and horse chops? No no no, nothing compared. It was her well kept secret, especially from George. After all, there weren’t nearly enough farm animals to let ridiculous children feast on them too. God forbid, they would do nothing but grow! She shuddered. (if: $lookedAtNeighbor is false)[After a while, she moved on to her next point of interest.](if: $lookedAtNeighbor is true and $observedChicken is true)[In the meanwhile, there was a car arriving..] (if: $lookedAtNeighbor is true and $observedChicken is true)[[[Observe -> carRollsIn]]] (if: $lookedAtNeighbor is false)[[[Look beyond the farm -> LookAtNeighbor]]]

(set: $lookedAtNeighbor to true) Her gaze drifted through the binoculars and it eventually fixated on the farmhouse next to them, the one with the big green roof. Ah, the Spooks. She carefuly adjust her binoculars, zooming into to observe the little ants. She noticed Mr Spooks up on his roof, fixing a rusted weather wane with his toolset. For a moment, he paused and looked up in Grandma's direction, squinting his eyes to see better. He waves his cap at her. [[Surprise him -> waveAtNeighbor]] [[Stare at him -> ignoreNeighbor]]

(set: $neighborFellDown to true) In the mood for a bit of fun, she screamed. “HEY SPOOFSTER LOOK AT ME!” She bellowed at him, waving frantically. Thanks to George's Medicine, even Grandma's vocal chords had grown to an audacious length as well. Her voice blared like a siren across the fields and toward Mr Spooks. Her voice reached him like a sudden gust of wind; strong enough to make him fumble and trip. Grandma cackled one of her evil laughs as she watched him hilariously lose balance and tumble down the green roof. “Nincompoop..” (if: $observedChicken is false)[She then moved on to her next point of interest.] (if: $lookedAtNeighbor is true and $observedChicken is true)[In the meanwhile, there was a car arriving..] (if: $observedChicken is false)[[[Ooh, big fat chicken -> observeChicken]]] (if: $lookedAtNeighbor is true and $observedChicken is true)[[[Observe -> carRollsIn]]]

(set: $neighborIgnored to true) Grandma simply stared at Mr Spooks with very little regard. It looked like he was concerned. She could see him trying to mouth the words. //"What - are - you - doing?"//, he was trying to say. Unaffected and unamused, she mouthed a words back in return. [["NUNYA" -> nunya]]

"GRANDMA, MOM'S HOME!" Grandma snapped out of her thoughts to turn her attention to the car rolling into the driveway. The car made an abrupt stop with a loud screech. Krilla Kranky scrambled out of it, looking frazzled, her eyes glued to her mother's head on the roof. George ran to her in a hurry to explain. As she heard his explanation, her eyes only grew wider and wider. Her mother screamed from the rooftop "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, KRILLA EVA KRANKY! Have you brought me my celery stick beatles?" She waved her elongated arms at Krilla. But Krilla was too busy staring at her frail mother's legs peeking through the living room window. She was utterly gobsmacked. It took her a while to soak in the reality of the situation, but as soon as she did, she ran to the kitchen immediately to call up her husband. [["Killy dear, come home!"-> killyArrives]]

Mr Spooks only looked more confused and concerned. Annoyed, she took a long deep breath, and bellowed. "NUNYA!" Thanks to the medicine, even voice had grown quite strong since she had the medicine; it blared like a siren... resonating across the fields and catching Mr Spooks offguard. “Nunya?” he mouthed back, confused. [["NUNYA BUSINESS" -> nunyabusiness]]

"NUNYA BUSINESS!" Grandma bellowed. She watched as Mr Spook stumbled with the gust, his face changing from a look of concern to a look of annoyance. Grumpily, he abandoned his work and stomped down the ladder. "Good riddance", Grandma whispers. (if: $observedChicken is false) [She cackled like the witch she was and quicklymoved on to her next point of interest.](if: $lookedAtNeighbor is true and $observedChicken is true)[She cackled gloriously like the witch she was. In the meanwhile, there was a car arriving..] =|= (if: $observedChicken is false)[[[Next, big fat chicken! -> observeChicken]] <img src="https://maham-ismail.neocities.org/chicken.JPG" width="60" height="60">] =|= (if: $lookedAtNeighbor is true and $observedChicken is true)[[[Observe. -> carRollsIn]]] |==|

Krilla screamed at husband, repeating the same thing over and over on the phone. "Killy dear, you need to come home right now! RIGHT NOW!" Killy Kranky arrived soon after, much to Grandma Kreta's distaste. She considered him an outrageous nonsensical man, but it was safe to say that the nonsensical man didn't care for the batty old mother-in-law either. To him, she was a weird little display piece her wife was overly attached to. It stayed in the living room, even though it would've been better off tucked away in a dingy cupboard.. or maybe in some corner of the attic. But now here she was, in the attic, in the living room, on the roof. She was everywhere. His eyes looked unamused with his mother-in-law's condition, but he was quite the opposite when he glanced at the big fat chicken clucking around. There was a spark in his eye; the spark of a new potential business model. Grandma stared at him with annoyance as he excitedly discussed with George how the medicine could benefit the animals, as well as themselves. [[Keep observing. -> keepObserving]]

Grandma Kreta rested her face against her arm; silently watching everything unfold. She grew more and more impatient as Krilly pranced around the farm dragging his child and wife all over. He was excited to feed the animals all of George's marvelous medicine. She grew restless by the minute... and to top it all off, nobody bothered paying attention to her. She continued tapping her foot in the living room as the animals around the farm grew big, just like the chicken. Normally she would enjoy it, even welcome it. But she was growing impatient. [["Someone get me tea!" -> GetMeTea]] [[ "Get me off this roof, you imbeciles!" ->ItsAboutToRain]]

That's it. She had had enough. It was quite past her tea time. "KRILLA, I NEED MY CUP OF TEA!", Grandma bellowed; her voice ringing through the farm and hitting her family like a strong gust of wind. Killy was not the least bit bothered, but upon his wife's insistence he grumpily decided to do something about his miserable mother-in-law. He called all across town until finally Mr Spooks begrudgingly agreed to lend him his farm's huge crane. In a matter of hours, the crane picked the old grumpy lady out of the hole in the roof and dropped her back onto the ground. The moment her feet touched the grass, she shot up like a spring in absolute glee. "YIPPEEEEEEE, I'M FREEEEE!" [[Ride the big horse -> RideHorse]] [[Sip a thousand cups of tea -> SipLotsOfTea]]

She looked at the grey clouds that had been slowly gathering above her. That's it. "GET ME OFF THIS ROOF!", Grandma bellowed; her voice ringing through the farm and hitting her family like a strong gust of wind. Killy was not the least bit bothered, but upon his wife's insistence he grumpily decided to do something about his miserable mother-in-law. He called all across town until finally Mr Spooks begrudgingly agreed to lend him his farm's huge crane. In a matter of hours, the crane picked the old grumpy lady out of the hole in the roof and dropped her back onto the ground. The moment her feet touched the grass, she shot up like a spring in absolute glee. "YIPPEEEEEEE, I'M FREEEEE!" [[Ride the big horse -> RideHorse]] [[Sip a thousand cups of tea -> SipLotsOfTea]]

(set: $minutesPassed = 0)(set: $time = "one")Before any words of relief could be exchanged, Grandma Kreta demanded first and foremost for her special cup of tea. Excited to atleast have her off the roof, Krilla was more than happy to comply. The moment she took a sip, happiness and comfort ran through her. This medicine had done wonders to her body. The usual cup of tea tasted even more delicious than it ever had before... Eventually, everyone retired for the night and so did Grandma. But it was impossible for her to fit in her own room. Instead, she slept in the spacious barn with all the marvelous animals they had grown that day. She didn't mind at all; it was just like old times... Just in the process of recounting all events of the day, she found herself drifting away into her dreams... //She gallops through the meadows upon a horse; all the other animals running in front of her as she holds a fork and knife in her hands and a napkin tied around her neck. She is on top of the food chain.// "Yummy", she muttered.. [[Wake up -> wakeUp]] (if: $minutesPassed < 60) [[ Keep sleeping -> keepSleeping]]

(if: $minutesPassed is 0)[Grandma opened her eyes, to find herself drooling. A perfect dream. She stretched the longest stretched and sprung up as she was running on new batteries. She heard her tummy rumbling up a storm, since it was already past her breakfast time... But most importantly, she had missed her morning tea and that was simply unforgivable. [[Walk to the farmhouse -> walkToTheHouse]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 30)[ Grandma opened her eyes to find a goat staring at her with it's large beady eyes. Surprised, she whisked it away; making way for a long satisfying stretch. She jumped of her haystack bed, making her way out of the barn. She was met with the blaring sun right on top of her. It was already $time o'clock in the afternoon! She could hear her tummy rumbling up a storm. It was already past her breakfast time AND lunch time! [[Walk to the farmhouse -> walkToTheHouse]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 60)[ Grandma woke up with a jerk. Now that was a good dream. She stretched a good long stretch and jumped off her haystack bed. She walked out of the barn to find the sun blaring in the sky. It was already $time o'clock in the afternoon! She heard her tummy rumbling up a storm. It was way past her breakfast time and lunch time. But more than that, it was way past all her tea times! [[Walk to the farmhouse -> walkToTheHouse]] ]

(set: $minutesPassed = $minutesPassed + 30)(if: $minutesPassed is 30) [ // As she continues galloping on on her galiant steed, a big goat thwarts them. It's beard is longer than anything she's ever seen. It stared at her with his large beady eyes, and Kreta stared right back, unfazed.// (set: $dream2 to true)(set: $time = "two") ] (if: $minutesPassed is 60)[ //Finally sick of staring, she nudges her horse to break into a run. The horse runs straight into the goat, running through it's long luscious grey beard as if they were just a storm of clouds. They passed through to reveal an expansive sky beyond it. She could feel the cold breeze on her face. Her arms and legs dangling in the wind. She wasn't just on top of the food chain, she was on top of the world...// (set:$dream3 to true)(set: $time = "three") ] [[Wake up -> wakeUp]] (if: $minutesPassed < 60) [[ Keep sleeping -> keepSleeping]]

(set: $minutesPassed = 0)(set: $time = "one")Before any words of relief could be exchanged, Grandma Kreta pranced around wildly out of sheer happiness and instantly ran after one of the marvelous horses they had just grown. With long strokes of her elongated legs, she could match it's pace. This medicine had done wonders to her body. Not a single bone creaked as she gallopped along with her gallant steed.. "IT'S A MIRACLE!" she sang. Eventually, everyone retired for the night and so did Grandma. But it was impossible for her to fit in her own room. Instead, she slept in the spacious barn with all the marvelous animals they had grown that day. She didn't mind at all; it was just like old times... Just in the process of recounting all events of the day, she found herself drifting away into her dreams... //She gallops through the meadows upon a horse; all the other animals running in front of her as she holds a fork and knife in her hands and a napkin tied around her neck. She is on top of the food chain.// "Yummy", she muttered.. [[Wake up -> wakeUp]] (if: $minutesPassed < 60) [[ Keep sleeping -> keepSleeping]]

(if: $minutesPassed is 0)[ She walked to the farmhouse, barely noticing how much the farm had changed since yesterday. There were some more peculiar looking animals. It looked like they were all fed George's medicine - a version of it at least. It was obvious that they were definitely not as marvelously perfect as the ones from the first batch of the medicine. Now, there were chickens with long legs and bulls will big hooves... But Grandma didn't care. All that mattered right now, was tea. In only four long strides, she made her way to the front door front door of the farmhouse. She was read to storm in. [[Demand tea -> demandTea]] [[Demand food -> demandFood]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 30)[ She walked to the farmhouse, barely noticing how much the farm had changed since yesterday. There were some more peculiar looking animals. It looked like they were all fed George's medicine - a version of it at least, because they were definitely not as marvelously perfect as the ones from yesterday. Now, there were chickens with long legs and bulls will big hooves! But Grandma didn't care. All that mattered right now, was tea. In only four long strides, she made her way to the front door of the farmhouse, preparing herself to storm in at any time. [[Demand tea -> demandTea]] [[Demand food -> demandFood]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 60)[ She walked to the farmhouse, barely noticing how drastically the farm had changed since yesterday. There were a lot more peculiar looking animals. It looked like they were all fed George's medicine - a version of it at least, because they were definitely not as marvelously perfect as the ones from yesterday. Now, there were chickens with long legs, bulls will big hooves, ducks with huge feet and pigs with blue legs! But Grandma didn't care. All that mattered right now... was tea. And in only four long strides, she had already reached the front door! [[Demand tea -> demandTea]] [[Demand breakfast-> demandFood]] ]

(if: $minutesPassed is 0)[ She was just about to push her head through the door, but instead she found her face to face with her daughter. "KRILLA, I AM RAVENOU -" "Mother, not now, please!" Krilla screams as she rushes past her. [[Follow her -> followHer]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 30)[ She pushed her head through the door and the moment she did, a strong delicious smell wafted through her nostrils. She headed straight to the kitchen... She found George all alone, an apron around his waist. He was holding a huge delicious looking pie, fresh out of the oven. Grandma was tempted but she shook it off. "Boy, I need my afternoon tea", she demanded, looking around for Krilla. "There isn't any right now, grandma.", George replied. "We used it all up for my medicine. Dad just left to get some more." This annoyed Grandma a great deal. She needed her tea. But wait. Instead, her eyes darted towards the pie George was holding. It smelled delicious. "I can settle for an afternoon pie instead!" she screeched gleefuly. The next thing George knew, the pie was out of his hands and already in Grandma's mouth.. the whole plate, the pie and everything! He stood there horrified. He was only working on another batch of medicine with the pie, since they were out of tea... [[uh oh.. -> uhOh]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 60)[ Grandma stormed in to the main corridor, raging. "KRILLA! TEA. I WANT TEA NOW" She looked around wildly, her eyes suddenly pausing on something in George's hand. It was her special teacup. "Ah boy, is that my teacup?" she screeched, snatching it away from him. She was happy to find it full of her usual tea. "Looks like grandchildren are useful after all.", she thought, gulping the brown liquid down with one swig. George stared at his Grandma in horror. She just drank the not so marvelous medicine... [[Uh oh.. -> uhOh]] ]

(if: $minutesPassed is 0)[ She pushed her head through the door and went straight to the kitchen... but there was no one around. She rummaged around for food, but there was nothing at all! Not a single celery, no chicken.. not even an insect around! Annoyed and still muttering complaints, Grandma decided to wait for her daughter to return. Later that afternoon, the Krankies found Grandma Kreta sleeping soundly across the house corridor, blissfuly dreaming yet again. George sighed. At least someone is enjoying the marvelous medicine, even if its his scrawny old grandma. (Ending 1a) ] (if: $minutesPassed is 30)[ She pushed her head through the door and the moment she did, a strong delicious smell wafted through her nostrils. She headed straight to the kitchen... She found George all alone, an apron around his waist. He was holding a huge delicious looking pie, fresh out of the oven. Grandma was overjoyed. "This is exactly what I wanted!", she screeched in happiness. "Grandma, wait - " The next thing George knew, the pie was out of his hands and already in Grandma's mouth.. the whole plate, the pie and everything! He stood there horrified. He was only working on another batch of medicine with the pie, since they were out of tea... [[uh oh.. -> uhOh]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 60)[ She pushed her head through the door and went straight to the kitchen. Along the way, she bumped into George, spilling his tea on the carpet. "KRILLA! I AM RAVENOUS" In a matter of minutes, Grandma Kreta was stuffing her face with food. Bacon, broccoli, eggs, everything. Krilla quietly sat and watched her elongated mother. She couldn't help but let out a great big sigh. In the end, George's marvelous medicine didn't feel so marvelous to her after all. (Ending 2a) ]

(if: $minutesPassed is 30)[ As she pulled out the big spotless pie dish out of her mouth, she felt a weird jab in her stomach. "I feel sick..." To George's horror, Grandma's face turned green, then slowly red.. purple... and even a slight sky blue. The next thing they knew Grandma was growing, not longer, but fatter.. like someone was pumping her with air. She grew and grew until she was almost as big as a hot air ballon, to the point that her body began to lift up in the air. Terrified, George pulled on his balloon of a grandma, keeping her anchored so she wouldn't crash through the roof and fly away. Meanwhile, George racked his brain. He needed to find a way to fix this. [["... A PIN!" -> pin]] ] (if: $minutesPassed is 60)[ It took a while for Grandma to realize she was shrinking. It happened slowly at first, but then it happened all at once. She grew smaller and smaller.. briefly returning to her normal size. Except, she didn't stop there. She grew smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller! Until she was less than an unidentifiable speck on the carpet. George screamed for his mother's help, but it was a little too late. They spent hours searching for Grandma with magnifying glasses, but no luck. The Krankies prayed for her that night. "God, please let all tiny living things tolerate her better than any human could." Amen. (Ending 3a) ]

(if: $neighborIgnored is true) [Grandma followed Krilla only to find Mr Spooks, the nosy neighbor from next door, He was blue all over. "He drank one of the bad batche's of medicine.", Krilla shrugs, explaining her mother. Grandma laughs echo across the land. (Ending 4a)] (if: $neighborFellDown is true) [ Grandma followed Krilla only to find Mr Spooks, the nosy neighbor from next door. He stood there next to Killy, his hand covered in a huge white cast and a collar on his neck to boot. He eyes fix meet Grandma Greta's. "YOU." He screams. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Grandma Greta rolled her eyes. Furious over her reaction, Spooks made a run after Grandma. Grandma took a few quick leaps and in only a few seconds, she was well out of reach.. running around, her long arms dangling behind her in the wind. "YIPPEE. Catch me if you can, Spooks!" she sang as she lept across fences, fields, ponds.. and into the sunset. (Ending 5a) ]

"I SHOULD PRICK HER WITH A PIN!" he screamed. He reluctantly let go of Grandma and ran towards the utensil drawer. He found himself a large pin and without a second thought, he poked the pin into Grandma's stomach. Suddenly, Grandma wooshed around, growing thinner and thiner and safely landing on the dining table, exhausted. She was back to her old short scrawny self again.. Much to his father's disappointment, George resolved to never recreate his marvelous medicine ever again. It was agreed upon by the rest that some things are just better left undiscovered. (Ending 2a)

[<h1 style="font-family:'Fredoka One'"> The Krankies </h1>] (b4r:"ridge","none","none")+(b4r-colour:white)[[[START -> BeginningofStory]] [[ABOUT -> AboutStory]] ] <img src="https://maham-ismail.neocities.org/Krankies.png"> Illustration by Quentin Blake

The eight-year old George Kranky stood outside the farmhouse, staring at the roof in disbelief. More than a dozen red tiles had just clattered down, making way for his grandmother’s scrawny head. She smashed through the roof, while her feet were still firmly planted on the living room carpet two storeys below. It was a sight to behold; all thanks to a concoction of ingredients George had blended together... his marvelous medicine. George silently observed his Grandma Kreta. "[[Has she stopped growing yet?]]" "[[She looks almost lovable from a distance.]]" "[[She must be cold up there.]]"

Based on George's Marvelous Medicine by Roald Dahl <img src="https://maham-ismail.neocities.org/Krankies.png"> Eight year old George Kranky is tired of his grumpy, mean and selfish grandmother, so he devises a crazy concoction of all kinds of household products. When George feeds her the concoction under the guise of real medicine, she goes through crazy side effects and ends up growing as high as three storeys! It's George's marvelous medicine! He even tries it on farm animals and they grow huge! His father is astounded by the animals and insists that George's concoctions should be mass produced to grow all their farm animals! But the thing is, George never wrote down the recipe! The question is, can George recreate his marvelous medicine and get the same results? What if something goes wrong? What happens to Grandma if she has more?

He never got along with Grandma Kreta, but he couldn't but feel concerned that she might be feeling cold up there. “Do you need a sweater, Grandma?” George shouted. “I CAN TAKE THE RAIN, THE SNOW, EVEN THE HAIL." she replied, as she stomped her feet gleefully in the living room. "I feel terrific, boy! I’m on top of the world!” She took a long breath of fresh air. It had been a decade since she had stepped foot outside. She could smell the cow poo and other unsavory farm smells wafting through her nostrils. Ah, home. “Didn't I tell you your old grandma has has magic in her? Look at me!”, she bragged. [["It was my medicine, not magic!" -> MyMedicine]] [[ "You're not a witch, Grandma" -> GransNotAWhich]]

"Come on Grandma, you're not a witch!" George argues. "It was me. I made a medicine!" “What?" Grandma screeched. "That's a load of collywop!” She wouldn’t believe it for one second. Afterall, children were only good for nothing. But George was determined to prove himself. He ran over to a chicken coop and caught an unsuspecting chicken. He fed it a spoonful of his brown goopy medicine. Next thing they knew, steam shot out from the chicken’s mouth. It grew bigger and bigger, the size of a horse. But unlike grandma, it didn't grow tall, it stayed nice and plump. Just perfect! Grandma was flabbergasted. It was a new look for her. [[ “Wait till your mother gets home!” -> unfazedGrandma]] [["Well, it doesn’t matter.” -> unfazedGrandma]] [["It’s still tiny compared to me!” -> unfazedGrandma]]