"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 trouble. And don't forget1good care of Grandma." Then out she went.
Grandma2in the chair by the window when she opened one little eye and said, "Now you heard3your mother said, George."
"Yes, Grandma," George said.
George was bored to tears. He didn't have a brother or a sister. His father was a farmer, and4farm they lived on was miles away from anywhere,5there were never any children to play with. He was tired of staring at 6pigs, hens, cows and sheep. He was especially tired of having to live in the house with his grandma. Looking after her all by himself was hardly7way to spend a Saturday morning.
"Go and make me a cup of tea for a start,8sugar and milk" Grandma said.
Most grandmothers are lovely, kind, helpful old ladies, but not this one. George's grandma was a woman9was always complaining about something or others. She spent all day10on her chair by the window. George11that Grandma used to be a gentle lady, but as she grew older, she was not able to look after herself and even worse, she was easy to get angry.
"We12be nice to the old, George," his mother always told him.
Thinking of this, George13into the kitchen and made Grandma a cup of tea with a teabag. He put one spoon of sugar and14milk in it. He stirred the tea well and carried it into the living room15.
